Speaking of pates, your forehead is nice and shiny like some glass surface
I saw in a muck factory where I worked.
A what?
I used to run amok in a mok factory.
Have a shot.
Okay (Pause). That tastes like boiled mung!
Yeah, I know...
Why did you hand me the bottle if you knew it would taste
terrible and awful and make me shiver like fluttertongue
adagio?
Never mind. Gonna go bowling.
Good idea.
Fuck...
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