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| Uchhh. Another day out in the sticks. | |
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| I know, right? It's like, why even crow when I know I'm just waking everyone up to the reality that they're still stuck out in this genetic backwater of a town. | |
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| To keep it real for a sec, though... it's not like any of us have been bustin' our asses to make it to the big city. | |
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| Truly. We're just a bunch of lazy complainers. I'm so lazy that if I got my head cut off I'd probably just sit down and die complacently in a pool of my own blood. | |
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| To thine own self be true, Steven. | |
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