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| Oh f#*k, Bill. How long is it that we've been fixed in these positions? | |
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| I don't know, maybe a few days. 'tis the life of a comic strip character, though, John. You're inanimated for the rest of eternity on the page. | |
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| Well, even if we haven't moved in days, why did the bastard who made this strip have to put us out here in the elements instead of in a nice house or something? | |
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| I don't know, John. I guess just to torture us, the sick f#*k. Let's just try to make the best of it and enjoy the serenity of nature, even though my arm is getting tired. | |
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| Holy f#*k, that volcano just erupted, and we can't move! We'll be burned alive...our skin melting off, hair set ablaze, our eyeballs exploding, and our blood boiling until our whole body ruptures into a big mess! | |
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| That's right, John, and I've never even loved a woman | |
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