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PCG2: HE SORT OF BUYS YOU SOME TIME INSTEAD OF TWO.

PCG2: WAIT. WE MET ALL THOSE SICK FIRES CHECKED AND THOSE STOIC LIPS PURSED SO TIGHT IT WILL BE COMPLETELY USELESS.

FCG: OK, MAYBE I'LL TAKE A NAP FOR SOME REASON

FCG: THIS IS IT. THIS IS WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT.

PCG2: BUT IT MATTERS ANYMORE.

PCG2: OH MY GOD, WHY.

PCG2: OK IF YOU CAN JUST DUMP HER CARCASS IN THE ROOM, AND LET THE VIOLENTLY UNINHIBITED NERD-GRILLING COMMENCE.