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Running a little late James approached the concert venue with an awkward, shuffling gait - his stained cargo pants swishing with every uncoordinated step. A cloud of stale body odor and bottom-of-the-chip-bag grime seems to waft along behind him.

He checked his phone to see his twin sister was already there, headbanging and sending him selfies. Stopping momentarily he responded to her photo with a metal rock on emoji "🤘" <C u after the first set, dear sister> he text.

His gaze darted around furtively from beneath the brim of his battered fedora. Keeping one hand shoved deep into the pocket of his tattered trenchcoat, clutching his precious crinkled dollar bills.

There in front of him stood a man holding up badges all afixed to lanyards hollaring "Backstage passes here, three left, get'em before they are gone!".

Shuffling awkwardly towards the seedy-looking scalper outside the concert venue, he clutched the wad of crumpled bills in his pudgy hand. "Sir I'll have one of those golden tickets, how much?"

The scalper eyed James, "$350, doughboy" dangling the passes temptingly before him.

James grit his jaw taking the degrading jab in stride, being used to such comments, "Fair enough my good sir" James, said in his awkward naisaly tone, tipping his fedora, to slightly conceal his somewhat down trodden face at the named price.

He had saved up, working his boring 3rd shift gas station job all year for this very moment.

Collecting his crumpled bills and extended his hand bits of orange cheeto dust shedding from his fingerprints as he eagerly handed over the cash.

The scalper eyed James with disdain but snatched the money, slapping a laminated pass against his chest.

James then tucked it safely into his trenchcoat pocket, giving him a crooked grin, tipping his fedora once more, "My moment has arrived, you have my gratitude good sir!"

Glowing with excitement, James couldn't wait to tell his sister Jackie all about his glorious endeavor to hang out and spend time with the band once he got back stage. He blushed momentarily, musing maybe he would get to hang out with hot groupies in the greenroom too!

James made his way through the crowded concert, weirdly brushing into people as he was not to graceful nor narrow. Illiciting some scowls and leers from the concert-goers.

Finally he made it up to the backstage entrance, James flashed his pass to the burly security guard gating access. The guard cringed at his noxious body odor and blocked his path before he could take another step.

"Hold it right there, tubbo," he sneered, snatching the pass from Jame's hand. "Did you really think this bootleg piece of shit would get you backstage?"

He let out a mocking scoff, flicking the useless pass back at his face. James could feel his heart sink.

"P-p-please sir, I...I just wanted to m-meet the band!" James whimpered. "I have so many great ideas f-for song collabs..."

The guard leaned in, his foul beer breath hot and invasive. "Listen up, maybe if you were some hot little piece of ass in a tight skirt, I'd consider letting you by..."

His meaty hand clamped around Jame's triple-chin, giving it a condescending shake. "But a greasy fuck like you? You're going right back to the fucking basement where you belong, neckbeard."

The other guards erupt in raucous laughter, hurling insults and jeers at Jame's quivering, humiliation.

Tears of anguished embarrassment stung his eyes as they shoved him away from the door, his one chance at living the rockstar dream crushed.

Turning away to the crowd, James went to look for his sister defeated.

No sooner did he spot her weaving through the crowd towards James. Her pink and turquoise mohawk unmistakable. Jackie grinned as she approached and pressed a shiny new laminated pass into his hand.

"Got scammed again, didn't you bro? Don't worry, those fuckers aren't gonna stop you this time."

James was confounded at her bold assertion, she must have seen the whole thing.

"Wha...? B-but sis, I don't understand," I stammer in confusion, gawking at the pass. "H-how is this one gonna be any differ--"

Jackie silenced him with a finger to his lips and a wink. "Don't worry bro, this one's legit. Just trust me - it'll get you backstage, no problem your my twin after all, who'd I be if I didn't help you meet your idols."

With some trepidation followed by a bold nod of his fedora topped head, James turned and shuffled back towards the burly security guard, attempting his best cocky strut. "Ahem! S-sir, I have an authentic b-backstage pass right here..."

The guard rolling his eyes and fixed James with a scowl. "Oh yeah? And what makes you think --"

His voice seemed to trail off as he produced the shiny pass. Squinting at it skeptically, the guard leaned in for a closer look. At that moment, a blinding strobe of stage lights and effects flashed from behind.

The guard flinching, dazzled by the bright flashes. Fumbled the pass and it slipped through his fingers, fluttering to the ground.

The roar of the crowd suddenly drew mute and the shadows cast in front of James all ceased to move on the concert hall walls.

James stared timelessly at the lanyard on the backstage pass trailing toward the ground frozen mid air before him, while the guard too stuck in his half bent over posture chasing the pass as if to grab before hitting the ground.

Suddenly a shudder ran through Jame's doughy frame as the blinding strobe lights danced across his vision. Squeezing his eyes shut against the searing brightness, he felt an incredible tingling heat spread rapidly through his entire body.

His skin prickled like it was being vigorously scrubbed from the inside out. He could sense the grease, grime and stale odors sloughing away as new cells rejuvenated across every inch of hus form.

His pudgy gut clenched inwards, the fleshy paunch rapidly tightening and condensing into a flat, toned midriff. The fat deposits across his body seeming to liquefy, redistributing into sleek femine curves.

His chest ached as tender buds swelled into thick, distended nipples, slowly inflating into a pair of full, ripe breasts. Quickly swelling to a voluptuous D-cup, the soft mounds jiggling weightily with each breath, threatening to spill over the confines of his new black leather jacket that astoundingly appeared in place of his stained unwashed trenchcoat matched by a black leather miniskirt where his cargo pants once clung tightly.

Next, Jame's facial features compressed as the sick pallor of his skin brightened into a rich, healthy glow. His grimey neckbeard retreating, leaving smooth cheeks and chin. While his fedora seemed to warp and liquefy, it's fibers soaking into his matted locks rapidly extending and shifting into a vibrant blend of pink and turquoise strands.

Feeling a tightening, almost burning sensation around his crotch as something profound happened between his legs. James coarse pubic hair receded as his genitalia tingled, reconstructing itself into a delicate female slit fringed with soft neat lips.

A gush of tangy feminine musk wafting up from between his thighs as the velvety folds glisten with moisture. Clenching his thighs together self-consciously he could feel the air tickling across a newly formed pussy.

Just then James snapped back into reality, the security guard droping to one knee before him, bending to retrieve the fallen laminate. As he craned his head up, his eyes widen in shock...traveling slowly up the length of James leather-clad legs to the lacy tops of fishnets...towards the bare expanse of inner thighs...

...to the neatly bare glistening lips of his freshly formed pussy, shamelessly exposed beneath the micro-skirt's hem! The new leather jacket rest unzipped open, framing heavy breasts that now swelled outward in soft, fleshy mounds. The guard's jaw drops, his gaze hungrily drinking in every inch of Jame's transformed body...

The guard's eyes nearly bulge from their sockets as he takes in every intimate detail of this transformed body. His jaw goes slack, a thin trail of drool escaping the corner of his mouth as his gaze hungrily drinks in this smokeshow standing before him.

"W-wow...I...uhh..., Jamie right? Here is your pass back" He stammered incoherently, completely floored by seductive punk goddess standing before him, offering the lanyard over.

The pass dangled in the flashing lights, James could see the field name where it once read "Jackie" now listed as "Jamie".

Grabbing the badge hastily, James looked it over double checking what he was reading. His disbelief fading as he looked down pass the badge at his newly aquired punk rock vixen body.

Then and there Jamie grinned through her supple lips, thinking to herself that she had the best twin sister on Earth.

Seeming to regain some composure, the guard cleared his throat and attempted a sultry grin.

His eyes deliberately roaming up and down to her exposed cleavage, then lower still to linger on the glimpse of my neatly trimmed mound between her parted thighs. Jamie blushed deeply, instinctively pressing her legs together but only succeeding in accentuating the swell of her pussy lips beneath the minuscule skirt.

Jamie feeling eyes from the crowd zipped up her black leather jacket, pressing her breasts tightly inside.

The guard's face fell a bit, realizing that he wouldn't be getting any more of a peep show.

His gaze roamied hungrily over her leather-clad curves one last time. "Go ahead and head on back, but do me a favor?"

Jamie raised an inquisitive eyebrow as the guard leaned in conspiratorially. "When you're with the band...make sure you let the guys know it was me - Brock - who showed you a real good time and got you backstage, yeah?"

Stiffling a little giggle, sensing his hope for a name drop that might earn him cool points or even a groupie hook-up later. Giving the guard a playful wink, Jamie saucily blew him a kiss.

"Don't worry, Brock...I'll make sure they know you were a perfect gentleman who deserves a big reward for taking such good care of me."

Giving her hips an extra swaying sashay, she strut towards the awaiting backstage door, the guard's longing eyes glued shamelessly to the hypnotic sway of her leather-clad ass. With a smirk, Jamie disappeared through the door.

Jamie's heart flutterd with arousal and anticipation as she sauntered through the backstage hallways into the dimly lit green room. The heady scent of beer, weed, and musky male body odor hitting her immediately.

The musky male scent began to wash at her memories of hopeful discussions about music and collaborations. Replaced now with a wanton desire to have the wildest night of her life.

She looked over the room, the band members sprawled out on the worn leather couches - a quartet of long-haired, leather-clad rockers passing around joints and chatting animatedly. Their raucous laughter fell silent at Jamie's entrance, all eyes locked hungrily onto this curvaceous, punk rock vixen.

"Well, well...look what we've got here, boys," rumbled the lead singer, a tattooed Adonis with bedroom eyes and a devilish smirk. "Fuck me, you're a little knockout, aren't you?"

Looking her up and down like a predator eyeing its prey. The rest of the band murmured in agreement, not even attempting to hide their brazen ogling of Jamie's leather-clad body.

"Easy fellas," she responded in a sultry purr, willing herself to exude confidence. "This little kitten has had her claws sharpened for nights..."

Her words hung heavy with the unspoken promise of salacious delights to come. Moving with a sway of her hips, slinking over to the grouping of couches and easing herself down amidst the swirl of spilt beer and bong smoke.

"Well then...aren't you going to introduce yourselves?" She asked with a devilish little grin, slowly uncrossing her legs to allow a tantalizing glimpse of neatly trimmed pussy beneath her micro skirt.

"Well damn, little girl...aren't you just a pretty little package?" growled the lead singer in a gravelly baritone. He leaned in closer, his nostrils flaring taking an audible whiff of Jamie's musky feminine aroma. "Mike...and I gotta say, you smell as sweet as you look."

His calloused hand reached out, fingers tracing along the curve of her leather-clad thigh. Instinctively, Jamie's legs part further in wanton invitation, allowing his touch to drift higher until he practically grazed her slit.

"I'm Trent," rumbled the shaggy-haired bassist, eyes riveted to her breasts straining against the leather jacket. Almost unconsciously, he licked his lips as his gaze roamed lower to my exposed pussy. "Fuck...you looking to get a taste of some real rockstar cock tonight, babygirl?"

Before she could respond, the lanky guitarist with the sleeve of tats draped himself over the arm of the couch behind her. His roaming hands making a brazen grab for her heavy tits, giving them a possessive grope through the thin leather.

"Call me Rex, gorgeous..." His husky voice slurring in her ear, the reek of whiskey and weed heavy on his breath. "And let's say we slip out of these pesky clothes so Rex can get a good look at those perfect little titties."

Suddenly, hands were on her from every direction - groping, fondling, caressing with undisguised hunger and lust. Rough, calloused digits roam freely over leather-sheathed curves before tugging avidly at the closures.

Her jacket was unzipped and shoved apart, leaving her heavy breasts completely exposed and on display for the band's carnal attentions.

She let out a shameless whimper of pleasure as the band's calloused hands roam freely over her exposed body.

Meanwhile, Rex continued to knead and grope her heavy breasts with rough enthusiasm, rolling the thick, sensitive nipples between his fingers until they stiffened into rigid peaks.

"Ohhh fuck..." she gasp breathily, arching her back and pressing the fleshy mounds further into his eager palms.

Mike seizing the opportunity wedged himself between her parted thighs, lapping and nuzzled hungrily at Jamie's soaked pussy lips with his pierced tongue. The coarse whiskers of his goatee scraping deliciously along tingling her inner thighs.

"Fuuuck, you taste so goddamn sweet, babygirl..." Mike groaned reverently between messy laps and slurps. "Gimme a taste of that tight little pussy..."

His wickedly talented tongue probed and lashed insistently at her drooling entrance until Jamie squirmed, clutching handfuls of overgrown hair and writhing shamelessly on the couch under the onslaught of oral attention.

Rex growled from behind, pinching and rolling her hypersensitive nipples "Fuck that's hot...I wanna see this little slut get completely fucked by this whole band."

Without warning, his strong arms snaked around her waist from behind, plucking Jamie effortlessly from the couch and repositioning her on hands and knees in the center of the floor in a lewd presentation pose.

The various band members let out a chorus of ravenous groans as they gathered around her splayed form, drinking in the sordid view og leather-sheathed curves, heavy breasts swaying tantalizingly beneath and the puffy, glistening folds of pussy utterly exposed and presented for their depraved attentions.

"Yeah that's it...nice and pretty for us to use as we please," Mike rumbled hungrily. "Now be a good girl and show us that cock-hungry mouth, little slut."

She shaped her glossed lips in a lewd 'O', making sure to keep her heavy breasts thrust proudly upwards and my legs obscenely splayed.

"Mmm...that's a good girl," Mike murmured in guttural approval. Hookin his fingers into the waistband of his leather pants, inching them down just enough for his thick, pierced cock to spring free. It jutting forth; an angry slab of veiny, tattooed flesh capped by a swollen, flushed head.

Not even waiting for an invitation, Mike seizeed a fistful of Jamie's pink and turquoise mohawk, guiding the tip of his shaft to smear along her lips. A throaty chuckle escapes as she instinctively opened wider, darting out her tongue obediently to swipe at the salty bead of pre-cum gathering at his tip.

"Nnghh...fuckin' nasty little groupie whore, aren't you?" he growled. "Alright boys, I think our little guest here just earned herself a VIP treatment!"

No sooner do the words leave his lips than the rest of the band descends upon Jamje like starving animals, stripping off pants and freeing their achingly stiff cocks.

Jamie whined frantically, but not in protest, as her wrists were seized and pinned to the floor over her head, leaving her splayed open and utterly helpless as a fresh musky cock shoved rudely between her lips.

Squeezing her eyes closed, she moaned around the thick, throbbing shaft now pistoning greedily between stretched lips, struggling not to gag as the bulbous head bucked against the back of her throat. Hot spurts of pre-cum coating her tongue as another rock hard prick slaps eagerly against her face, leaving a lurid trail of pre-cream in its wake.

"Fuck yeah...take those big dicks, you little VIP cumdump! Gonna leave your pretty face fuckin' glazed!"

Giggling rapturously at the degrading words, Jamie let out a muffled gasp as calloused fingers tangled in her hair, crudely plunging the twin cocks deeper into her drooling mouth in sloppy, shameless facefucking strokes...

Another low groan rumbled through the group as Mike slung a leg over her waist, roughly forcing Jamie's thighs open with his knees as he loomed over, the lewd purple head of his cock just inches from my splayed, dripping cunt.

"Finally gonna get a taste of that pretty lil' groupie puss, huh sugar?" he growled, smearing the bloated crown through Jamie's slick folds and grinding against her tingling clit.

She could only whine in frenzied desperation, helpless but to buck her hips and wriggle wantonly. The twin cocks currently plowing rudely into her overstuffed mouth have already left a glazed mess of saliva and pre-cum streaking her face and hair.

Still, Jamie's greedy eyes pleaded for more debauchery as the rest of the band circled in closer, freeing their achingly stiff pricks and stroking them roughly in her peripheral vision.

Jamie let out a shrill muffled squeal as Mike hilted himself balls-deep into her aching cunt with one thick, brutal stroke – spearing her open on his massive slab of cock until she could feel him throbbing and pulsing inside.

She gasp and writhed with every savage thrust, juices squelching lewdly as he savagely pounded her pussy.

Without warning, another member grabbed a fistful of Jamie's hair, yanking her head to the side and shoving another stiff length into the newly vacant side of her mouth. Nearly blacking out from pure bliss as Jamie felt her slutty holes utterly stuffed by the band's cruel, throbbing cocks.

Her muffled squeals and slurps only seeming to spur them on harder. Hearing them grunting like feral animals, calling Jamie every vulgar name in the book as she was ruthlessly facefucked and reamed at both ends by their thick, meaty lengths...

Jamie left utterly helpless, a writhing mess as the band brutally used her for their carnal gratification.

Rhythmic "thok-thok-thok" sounds fill the air as Mike savagely reams his thick cock in and out of her convulsing, juiced up cunt with bestial ferocity.

Tears begin to streak Jamie's mascara'd cheeks as her face is ruthlessly fucked by the twin cocks plunging in obscene alternation down her stuffed throat.

"Yeah, that's it...take those rockstar dicks like a good little groupie slut!" one of them grunted, giving a vicious tug of her hair to force his dick throat deep to the balls. "I wanna feel those pretty cocksucking lips wrapped around my fuckin' nutsack!"

The others howl in raucous approval as Jamie choked and gagged, her lipstick smeared being skullfucked without mercy.

Suddenly, Mike's pounding took on a frenzied fever pitch, his powerful hips jackhammering wildly as his abdomen clenched. With a hoarse, feral bellow, Jamie could feel his cock throbbing monstrously as he unloaded a thick torrent of scalding jism straight into her unprotected womb.

"Ohhhh fuck! Fucking take my fucking load, you nasty little whore!!!" he roared, crushing her thighs against his pelvis as he held himself hiked to the balls, pumping thick ropes of hot seed deeper and deeper into her convulsing pussy.

"Who wants to be the next dumb motherfucker to bust a nut in this cheap little VIP fleshlight, huh?!" He growled, finally pulling free in a messy gush of pearly spendings.

Ravenous hands instantly seized her thighs, yanking her spread eagle once more as another thick, drooling cock instantly speared into Jamie's freshly creampied hole with a noisy squelch.

"Ohhhhgoddd...fuuuuck, uuusee mee..." she gurgled mindlessly around the twin shafts rearranging her face.

A wild chorus of guttural groans and vulgar cheers erupts from the band as Jamie blatantly declared her desire.

Her knees wrenched apart, thighs splayed shamelessly and trembling as another swollen, dripping cock promptly hilts itself into her clenching, sloppy hole - stuffing her pussy with a second thick shaft before the first even pulls out.

"Fuck yeah, slut! Get that cunt double stuffed!" The new invader howled shamelessly as he buried himself to the balls, in her freshly creampied fuckhole now stretched obscenely wide around the second fat cock joining the first.

"Guh...gah...glllrrkkk...!" She could only grunt and slobber in delirious ecstasy as they indulged in their deeply degrading double penetration, stuffing her convulsing cunt with their massive, knotted lengths. The sound of squelching juices and Mike's freshly pumped load sluicing from her gaping, ruined hole utterly depraved.

Both men roar like animals in a frenzy of lust, hammering into her battered pussy with pile-driving force and grunting approval as their twin cocks viciously piston and buck in unison.

Jamie's pretty punk rock makeover now utterly ruined beyond repair. Black streaks of mascara and smeared lipstick stain her cheeks and chin, mingling with the strings of drool and gobs of fresh jizz painting her whole face in a grotesque mask of debauched lust.

Suddenly one of the two sodomizing her overstuffed cunt barks out a victorious snarl, burying himself deeper than ever. The feeling, his thick, heavy balls slapping up against her ass and taint with wild abandon is the only warning before she could feel his cock swell bigger than ever within shamefully impaled depths.

"HERE IT CUMS, SLUT!!" he bellowed, clutching her by the hips holding her firmly impaled on his spasming length as he proceeded to spray hot, thick seed directly into her welcoming, unprotected womb to mingle with the previous loads pumped inside.

No sooner did the 2 bandmates working her mouth groan, "AAARRRRGGHHHFUCKK!!!!" Both cocks exploding into her throat simultaneously, near drowning her in cum.

The shouts and groans of rapturous release gradually give way to deep, sated pants as the band's explosive orgasms finally come to fruition.

With lewd grunts and chuckles, the various rockers slip their spent cocks free from her egregiously violated holes - leaving them gaping, swollen and greased with an unholy cocktail of their copious loads freely oozing out. Strands of pearlescent jizz stretching lewdly from her tongue and cheeks before finally breaking to dribble down her chin in long, viscous beads.

"Well fuck me..." slured the lead singer, slowly lowering himself back onto the tattered couch. Tucking his half-hard member away, regarding Jamie's trembling, jism-drenched form with a expression of amused satisfaction. "Gotta hand it to this nasty little backstage slut...she sure can take a goddamn pounding."

A rumble of deep, masculine laughter echoes his sentiment as the rest of the musicians recline back as well, utterly spent and satiated. Their eyes, however, remain unabashedly glued to the lewd, messy aftermath of their debauchery draped across the floor.

"You hear that, baby?" Trent - the shaggy-haired bassist - croons with a wicked grin, lewdly scooping up a viscous fingerful of seed drooling from her gaping, ruined pussy. "You were one hell of a goodtime cum dumpster...even took a sloppy seconds pussy full o' hot jizz like a dirty lil' groupie whore..."

As if to emphasize his point, he smeared the stringy wad of pearly, musky goop across her cheek in one long, degrading stroke before gruffly shoving his fingers deep into Jamie's mouth. Jamie's eyes rolled back deliriously as she tasted the pungent, unmistakable flavor of creamy seed and feminine honey smeared filthily over her tongue.

She gurgled out mindlessly between messy slurps and sucks at the fingers defiling her mouth, as he drew his fingers back causing an audible pop. "God you could suck a golf ball through a garden hose" he remarked, before taking his seat on the couch.

Finally the band took a few moments to let Jamie catch her breath and revel in her thoroughly defiled, cum-drenched afterglow. She slowly hoist herself up from the sticky green room floor with a shameless giggle. Thighs quivering and having to bite her lip to suppress a whimper as she fely a fresh gush of thick seed trickling down her inner thighs from her ravaged pussy.

"Mmm...you guys sure know how to show a groupie slut a good time, huh?" she husked out in a throaty, ruined voice before breaking into another breathless giggle - delighting in the stunned, hungover expressions she received from the various band members lounging in a sated daze.

With a wink and giddy sway of her hips, Jamie made her way across the thrashed green room to the tiny private washroom, pilfering someone's half-open duffel bag to steal a pair of tattered jeans and well-stained t-shirt to redress herself.

After cleaning up as best she could despite the obscene amount of seed still sluggishly oozing out of her spent holes, she sauntered back out into the common area - savoring the look of bewildered awe on their faces. Only the tangled state of her hair and streaky remnants of mascara hint at the pure debauchery they just put her through.

"Mmmwah! Thanks for the amazing pregame rut, boys..." she blew them an exaggeratedly coquettish kiss goodbye before retrieving her backstage pass. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go find my sis and get a prime spot for your set!"

With a impish little shimmy, she playfully pat her flat tummy - as if restraining the massive, messy loads they pumped inside from sloshing out. "Don't wanna miss my favorite band's show, after all...I'll be the cute little groupie mess in the front row screaming for more cream!"

Winking brazenly, Jamie finally turn led and left out, leaving the band gawking in her wake. "Fuckin' hell, that little groupie slut sure knows how to milk a dick..." rumbled Rex the drummer, tucking his now-flacid member back into his leather pants. His gaze lingering on her curvaceous ass as the door closed behind her "God damn body built for hard fuckin' breeding, that's for sure..." she could faintly hear exiting into hallway, illiciting a grin.

She made one more stop at the private dressing room mirror to clean herself up a bit more, and then she proudly strode off to greet her shocked sister and brag about being the band's biggest...and baddest...little groupie slut!

.......

A warm, contented sigh escaped Jamie's lips as she gently caressed the swell of her pregnant belly, basking in the quiet tranquility of impending motherhood.

It was hard to believe how swiftly the months flew by since that wild, uninhibited night with the band.

"I can't wait to finally meet you, my little little rockstar..." she murmured affectionately, trailing her fingertips in aimless patterns over the taut flesh.

A soft chuckle escaped her as she envision the boisterous, unruly child this baby will likely blossom into with their wild rockstar roots. "You'll definitely keep me on my toes, I can already tell..."

Autistic incel to tranny pipeline.

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This is likely how Jim Sterling & Linkara imagine this things.

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No one paid for this.

No one asked for this.

No one wanted this.

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I like this format.

Can you add the text under the images tho? It'd be better to read a little of the story at a time while seeing the associated images.

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Eliezer Yudcowsky Nooooooooo!!!!!!

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Lerdyef?

LerdYef?

LERDYEF?

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