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| Oh god, oh god, we're all going to die. I need to get to the store and stock up on canned goods. Who will take care of my babies? | |
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| Ok, explain it to me like I'm a six-year old. Why are you running around like it's the end of the world? | |
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| You didn't hear? It's going so snow! Gay people are going to marry! It's the total breakdown of societal norms! I need to stock up on food and powdered goods, before everyone else does. | |
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| I expect that during the winter an amount of precipitation will fall from the sky. Plus, I'm Jewish, and my ancestors dodged bread for forty years, so I'm good with dodging flakes of iced water. | |
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| Wait, you're not here to get food for the impending apocalpyse? | |
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| No, I'm here to beat you to death with the last shovel they had at Home Depot. | |
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