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As the dust settles, an ironic turn of events: I AM the last man on earth.
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| I know we're the only survivors and must procreate to save the human species, but I'm not easy, so: What is your idea of the perfect date with me? | |
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| Hmmm...honestly? We'd sit around and talk about stuff, maybe over dinner, and then go have sex. | |
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| Well, I suppose you can't have everything... Um, If you could be any part of an automobile, what part would you be and why? | |
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| What kind of automobile? 'Cause I'm thinking the backseat, but my reason's not valid if it's a Volkswagen. | |
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| Geez, never mind. Well, you can probably at least answer this: If we were making "whoopie", what kind of sounds would you make? | |
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| Whoopie? Shit, she'll never put out anyway. Into the fiery lake for me, then. AAAAHHHHH! | |
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