is the apostrophe.

That imagination creates reality. Would you like to put it to a test right in this room? Some people have come in and sat down beside you, these people along side of you have their handkerchiefs out, dabbing their eyes, sitting there all tense. You're sitting back, relaxed. You're enjoying the acting and the scenery and all, why? Because you've already seen the end, you know how it comes out. This is exactly what happens when you use your imagination to create reality. You see the thing you want from completion backwards.

YOU GAVE IT TO US!

It's okay, Mike ;_;

Only real is real.

What the fuck, Ellis.

the product of your savage pride.

Duke dies.

So it was February 3rd, one day before the superbowl, when a friend of mine proposes a bet to me. He tells me that '$10 say that the Colts will definitely beat the Bears,' so I opposed his opinion. February 5th comes by, and he demands his $10. I stand there for a minute or so, sort of trying to get my way out of this situation by any means possible. The whole thing was incredibly awkward. I had only one idea, and I decided to use it. I punched my friend right smack in the face. I even saw one of his teeth fly out of his mouth. Then I went inside of his leather jacket pocket and found his wallet. I grabbed it and ran off.

SHE CAN'T GET OFF OF THE FLOOR
SALLY CAN'T DANCE NO MORE
THEY FOUND HER IN THE TRUNK OF A FORD
OOOH, SHE CAN'T DANCE NO MORE.