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One day, Leslie and Mike meet each other on the street...
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When suddenly an argument over serious metaphysical matters breaks out!
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| Well, I believe that the equation and answer to the entire universe must be 42. | |
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| You are wrong! The answer to the universe is....is....I'M the fucking answer! | |
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Everyone lived happily ever after, except for Mike. He didn't get laid that day. (Don't kill me Mike or Pez! '-' )
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| Fuck me, you grey tin 'Bot! I'll love anyone who loves Douglas Adams! | |
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| O....k. Methinks Leslie has gone off the proverbial deep end. | |
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