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| Alright, Dave, what you doing? | |
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| Contemplating my mortality, Jim. Rust terrfies me so. | |
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| Me? I'm just back from bangin this bird I met in Archaos. And now I'm going to drink shitloads of Buckie and get in a fight. | |
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