But it’s all right, Momma…

Our masters still have fuel for their custom 747s, so I feel alright.

No, you can’t have a ride. But our masters’ thugs will be happy to give you some souvenir bullets if you try. You paid for them, too…

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You shouldn't ask these questions of a paranoid recluse, you know.
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