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| Theresa, this is my boyfriend Steve. Steve, this is Theresa and her two cats. Why don't you two chat while I grab us a few sandwiches? | |
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| Sure. Um... hi. So, uh... how are you...? | |
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| Yum, sandwiches! I hope mine is tuna! | |
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| You're so boring. Don't you ever want to eat anything that's a little more sophisticated? Perhaps a nice cheese and sparrow on rye? | |
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*PEQL = Project Evil Quantum Leap.
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| I'm OK, considering that achieving world domination with only a two-cat army is a lot harder than I thought it was going to be... | |
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| Wait a minute... Those are the cats who ruled Earth in the future, until PEQL* caused Armageddon...! | |
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