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 | Mark, I need to talk with you. Even your friends at work say you're obsessed with this "book thing" and now the business with the garage...it's just that, well, I'm worried. | |
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| I know you see I'm busy hon. What is it? And what about the garage? | |
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| Well, here's a News Flash; I'd like to actually park my car in there, you know? ...Are you listening?...Just why was all that sheet metal delivered anyway? And, just what do you do out there so late at night? | |
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| One: That "sheet metal" it happens to be highly polished aluminum. - Two; it's none of your business. and Three: I'm wondering if you can even comprehend the term "Steamwork Cuirass" | |
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| NONE OF MY BUSINESS, MARK? I sit and listen to you making gawdawful sounds out there and it's none of my business? I demand to know, I demand it Mark! | |
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| Whatever. Fine. I'm building a toaster. A Giant-Size FRIGGIN Toaster! So now you know my secret. ... Look, you and I will get along much better if you'd just learn to address me by my screen name... | |
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