What is the smell of fear? Is it a rubber glove at the doctor's office? A morbidly obese woman's armpit? A cop's nightstick covered in vaseline? A fart? I don't know. But I do know this. I fear the smell of fear. Huh?! Oh, I'm sorry. I'm high on peruvian flake again. Pay no mind to me.
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