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Okay, I’m a cab.
That’s what!
I don’t believe I’ve been adequately compensated for my tears from being sad and neglected. Call my lawyer and my accountant! Call my lawyer/accountant if it’s the same person.
…Looks like you wasted it.
I thought the tears came from the release of that week’s processing chemicals.
More interesting lore from your life, Freya. It does sound like fun—a little heavy on the chaperon-ing, but fun.
Wait a minute. Who’s on trial here, Lars? Is it you? AGAIN??
And if someone offers you a commemorative piercing, guys, run the other way.
But you do have something to yell, apparently.
You lost me at “Hold my corn dog.”
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Okay, I’m a cab.