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Man at Camus' Existential Cafe: "Can I have a cup of the negativeness of the universe, the hideous lonely emptiness of existence, nothingness, the predicament of man forced to live in a barren, godless eternity, like a tiny flame flickering in an immense void, with nothing but waste, horror, and degradation, forming a useless bleak straightjacket in a black absurd cosmos con leche?"
Waiter: "Ah yes, one "Lawrenson" coming up."
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