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Charlie Sheen, far right in a publicity still from 1993's "The Three Musketeers," continues to make merry (in his own mind, at least). Charlie Sheen continues celebrate his own private mental Mardi Gras, brandishing a machete for paparazzi and documenting his apparent crack-up on camera in yet another edition of "Sheen's Korner." It's starting to become a little disturbing to watch. Yes, just now. We have an unnaturally high tolerance for celebrity meltdowns.

On the latest episode of "Sheen’s Korner: Torpedoes of Truth Part 2,” a gaunt, twitchy (and freshly unemployed) Sheen spent the better part of 10 minutes spouting nonsense over the phone to pal Bob Moran, who alternately attempted to focus Sheen and chortled sycophantically at his gibberish.

On a passing helicopter: “Stupid plane with nose attached.” On peddling his book of poetry solely through Kindle for environmental reasons: “I’m going to marry a tree because the other type of marriage didn’t work so I’m going to marry a tree.” On his life: “Winning winning chicken dinner. I don’t think so. Winning winning Sheen dinner.”

You get the picture, right?