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January 1, 1997 THE END DAY
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| Well, that was fun while it lasted. | |
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| This blows. What am I supposed to do now? | |
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| Death, you fucked up the last four orders. People don't want to be cast into oblivion along with their combo meals. | |
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| What the hell is wrong with you people? "Don't put pickles on it. Don't send me into the infinite void of eternal doom." | |
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