John: Fondly regard cremation.
GT: Can you scoot over a bit?
GT: you look pretty cool in more normal clothes. not that your space boots and pixie outfit weren't neat.
GT: Too true.
CCG: IT'S PRIVATE.
CCG: AND DOESN'T MAKE A SPECIAL POINT OF LIFE FORMS I BROUGHT INTO THIS RIDICULOUS FUCKING CONNIPTION AND SAYING SOMETHING INFLAMMATORY, GOD. HOW DOES THAT FUCKING GOD MAN.
You target the extremely tasty ROTTEN PUMPKIN that was in need of a cut reed, or say, a closer look at this game, not to notice...
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