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I’m pettier than Peter Strahm could ever dream of being because I literally would have laid underneath the coffin as it was lowering into the ground in an attempt to either take Mark Hoffman’s bitch ass with me into the afterlife by preventing him from getting to safety or to get him to hit the stop button on his lil game in order to save his own life. Either we are both dying in this room tonight or you're going to be forced to open that lid and immediately get your ass beat. The choice is yours