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-author: Grant Morrison's Doom Patrol
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-content: '"Would you like something? Tea? Cakes? We have everything except hope. There
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- is no hope. We are shadows stumbling through the endless freezing dark of existence.
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- Empire biscuits? All is futile. We try to impose meaning on the chaos of being,
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- but there is no meaning. Fairy cakes? We cultivate a pointless optimism as our bodies
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- decay and disintegrate towards the grave. We hope for the future, but in the end
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- we come to dust. In the end, even the stars are extinguished and entropy reduces
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- everything to a valueless nullity. We cannot win. We cannot break even. We cannot
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- even stay out of the game. There is no hope. There is no escape. We are alone with
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- this endless horror."
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- "That''s okay. I like it here."'
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