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Them
.
And
the
space
monkey
slips
the
knife
in
and
only
cuts
off
the
rubber
band
.
Six
minutes
,
total
,
and
we
were
done
.
"
Remember
this
,
"
Tyler
said
.
"
The
people
you
're
trying
to
step
on
,
we
're
everyone
you
depend
on
.
We
're
the
people
who
do
your
laundry
and
cook
your
food
and
serve
your
dinner
.
We
make
your
bed
.
We
guard
you
while
you
're
asleep
.
We
drive
the
ambulances
.
We
direct
your
call
.
We
are
cooks
and
taxi
drivers
and
we
know
everything
about
you
.
We
process
your
insurance
claims
and
credit
card
charges
.
We
control
every
part
of
your
life
.
"
We
are
the
middle
children
of
history
,
raised
by
television
to
believe
that
someday
we
'll
be
millionaires
and
movie
stars
and
rock
stars
,
but
we
wo
n't
.
And
we
're
just
learning
this
fact
,
"
Tyler
said
.
"
So
do
n't
fuck
with
us
.
"
The
space
monkey
had
to
press
the
ether
down
,
hard
on
the
commissioner
sobbing
and
put
him
all
the
way
out
.
Another
team
dressed
him
and
took
him
and
his
dog
home
.
After
that
,
the
secret
was
up
to
him
to
keep
.
And
,
no
,
we
did
n't
expect
any
more
fight
club
crackdown
.
His
esteemed
honor
went
home
scared
but
intact
.
"
Every
time
we
do
these
little
homework
assignments
,
"
Tyler
says
,
"
these
fight
club
men
with
nothing
to
lose
are
a
little
more
invested
in
Project
Mayhem
.
"
Tyler
kneeling
next
to
my
bed
says
,
"
Close
your
eyes
and
give
me
your
hand
.
"
