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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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