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| Dear God it feels good to get out of that milk-soaked hellhole. | |
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| Okay. Giant talking flame. Well, it's not like I have anything better to do. Where can I get one of these "destiny" thingamabobs? | |
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| You will...uh. There's a guide or something. I gotta go, it's the wife's birthday, if I don't have flowers and butane she'll throw me out of the house. | |
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Jace sets out to find his destiny!
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| What th- -you're my guide?! | |
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| Could be worse. We could both be sober. | |
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