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Oh hey look, the moon.
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Ditto, +aliens and cigarettes.
Players, mild.
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I'm going to Hell.
No, you're not.
Yeah, I'm sending you.
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Message in a bottle?
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My fingers and toes are numb. It's friggin' cold at night. No gloves and inappropriate footwear will do that.
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Faux-retro? Anachronist-Retro?
That'll do, Pig. That'll do.
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A man named Andy
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