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I've taken some Valium, so can narrate to you that our so-called heroes are lost in the desert.
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| Maybe tis the burning sun, but it occurs... I do not know thy true name, Steed. | |
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| Well it's... I ... I don't think I have one! | |
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Yeah, Valium rocks. Especially when you knock it back with a hit of absinthe.
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| So I've been through the desert on a horse with no name? | |
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| On the first part of the journey! | |
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| Huzzah! A monastery! We are saved! | |
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| It feels good to be out of the rain! Wait, was it raining? In the desert?! What were that band smoking?! | |
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