Contact lenses are bipolar.
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Less than five minutes ago. ON MY EYE.
- CONTACT:
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Hey there, Mr. Eyeball. How's it goin?
- EYEBALL:
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Not bad, just chillin.
- CONTACT:
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That's cool. I'm glad we could be such good friends.
- EYEBALL:
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Me, too. You've been so...so...kind, lately.
- CONTACT:
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DIE! I'M GOING TO STAB YOU AND SUFFOCATE YOU AND BURN YOU AND
- EYEBALL:
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SOMEBODY, PLEASE! GET HIM OFF OF ME!
