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I am the celebration, I am the holiday, there is nothing better, hotter than to slip in and goon to me. Everything dulls compared to the goon, being encouraged into depravity, to have your brain melt and blank for me. Your weakness and surrender only grows, even on a holiday like this. You can't avoid gooning, not even during this season. You're so pathetic, oozing with desperation and the tension is driving you nuts! I'm your fix, I'm always your fix. You can't escape me, you can only surrender and goon.