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If it was, you could call me Ernest Hemingway. Why are you fighting? Can’t you see you’re all the same? / Oh Summer, first race war, huh?. It's like the N word and the C word had a baby and it was raised by all the bad words for Jews. Listen to your sister, Morty. To live is to risk it all, otherwise you’re just an inert chunk of randomly assembled molecules drifting wherever the universe blows you. What about the reality where Hitler cured cancer, Morty? The answer is: Don't think about it.