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| We're in the middle of the desert! I'm in a dune buggy! There isn't an actual road! And I have no idea why I'm driving a dune buggy while wearing a suit! | |
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| Oh. Well how the hell did I get here, and who the hell is Herford Wimpersnickle? | |
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| No idea, mate. Prob'ly the bloke who was hauling ass that-a-way. You can catch him if ya hurry. | |
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| Thanks, dog. I might not be quite in my right mind. | |
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| No sweat, mate. Deuces. | |
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