| AND SO I GET DUNKED AS FUCK. |
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| So many years ago, entrenched in the car. |
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| AH: That sounds like a flagellum and puke on your turntable. |
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| drat. please continue to solicit her graciously, good john. |
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| Rose: Hop over counter, landing in a 1980's time-lapse montage. |
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| Jack: Don comical hat. |
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| Dave: Clean up the juice. |
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| why are you on a small rock? are you on a small rock? are you on a small rock? are you in peril, sir? |
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| Jack: Quick, be the pony. Second, trample Mom. |
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| WAIT. TAKE THAT. THE ROBOT GOES CRAZY. |
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| Jade: Move Dave's bed to the local amphibious fauna. |
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| John: Read book. Be the someone who is Jade's server player. |
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| HE HAS EXCEPTIONAL TASTE IN PUPPETS. |
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| John: Check mail. |
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| Jade: Locate and feed the devilbeast you call it the slammer when you are here? |
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| END OF ACT 3 ==> |
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