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Still in the frigging desert...
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| If you ignore him, he'll go away. | |
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| But...but....he keeps talking about all sorts of NC-17 rated stuff....which we used to do nightly when you were asleep or away, but....it's, well, distracting. | |
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| Deal with it, Andrew. Warren's an asshole. A dead asshole. Hell, we're probably hallucinating him 'cuz of all the desert heat. He'll probably go away once we get to a town. | |
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| What if I, uh, don't want him to go away? | |
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| What's going on here? I detect mutinous plotting. I'm good at it, I should know. | |
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| I can't believe you fell in love with this dick. | |
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