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| So you're telling me I've got to spend eternity sitting in some frozen wasteland twiddling my thumbs? | |
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| That's about the size of it. | |
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| That's terrible. I've got to get out of here. | |
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| I don't know what you're whining about. You've only been here five minutes. I've spent aeons here, going mad with boredom while standing waist-deep in ice! | |
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| I suppose. At least I've got a barstool. | |
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| Plus this place is full of stinkin' kikes. | |
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