| Despite the hot molten lava errupting behind them, the two strangers could not help but find a moment for introductions. |
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| I'm Joe. | |
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| Well. It was nice to meet you. | |
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| The lava quickly consumed their bodies before questions of why Rosie was a talking (and somehow, fashionable) bunny or why Joe was vaguely Asian could be answered. The world, may never know. FIN! |
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