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My son plays DOTA 2 on my account all the time. He often also leaves it open overnight.
You were already told, multiple times
unsubscribing from obvious troll
Hitman worked as a manequin for 20 years of his life (there were shortage of real ones). He got the barcode stamped on him because they wanted to tell them apart from the other ones in the shop. After years of displaying women's clothes with a wig he decided to a) never have any hair and b) never apply for a job on craigslist.
Then some rejected professor found him doing "living statue" performances in Sapienza and told him a drunken story where he said that he had "5 fathers, cause you look like a f*cking ch!nk with those beady f*cking narrow eyes, a colombian drug addict with that pale skin, some ruskie arms dealer f*ck with that serious stare, a fat kratut terrorist neo-nazi skinhead type with that bald f*cking head, and like my son if I married a cue ball."
Hitman then proceeded to steal the man's clothes (cause he had no money and cause it was a compulsive behaviour developed over years of being a manequin - he has a fetish for dressing into other people's clothes, it's okay - he's getting help) whilst simultaneously killing him in the process to avenge all these years of being a human hanger. And so, the story began.
I assure you I'm very serious.