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The plane crash survivors ponder their fate in the trackless wastes.
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| I bet she'd like a double-choc muffin... | |
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| Would it be easier to stab him in the neck, or the eye? | |
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| Can I interest you in some baked goods? They're right here in my pocket! | |
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| I'm afraid I have too strong a predilection for meat. | |
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Happily, malnutrition rescues him from a fate worse than death!
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| Why is she staring at me like that? | |
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| Hmm, I seem to be hallucinating from hunger | |
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