Let's say it turns out your best friend has lung cancer. Sucks, but they've got somewhere between 1-5 years to live I come along and I shoot your friend. It's a chest wound. Your friend dies painfully, gasping for air At the trial, I argue I didn't kill them - the cancer did /1
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The dude from Oldboy kept himself fit while locked into a small room eating nothing but takeout dumplings just by doing jumping jacks and crunches and shit Man up
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Uncle Iroh lost weight and got fucking CHISELED while he was in prison
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