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014 - PAJAMAS
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| Sage | |
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I admit, since we've arrived here,
it's been a bit like finding out Santa Claus doesn't exist, or discovering
that Duran Duran lyrics don't make any sense....
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| Sage | |
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But now that most of us are citizens,
we can move into places of our own.
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| Sage | |
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I personally have burned all my
bridges by telling my former Bus-mates
exactly how I feel about them and their body odors. |
| Echo | |
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Um, Sage...we're staying together.
I've collected everyone's first
paychecks to put the down payment on a stately manor. |
| Sage | |
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What?! Why do we all have to live
in the same house?
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| Echo | |
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Because it's funnier.
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| Sage | |
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...Well, I suppose so long as
I have my own room,
where I can go to be alone. |
| Echo | |
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No dice. You'll be bunking with
Michael Stipe, the
White Spy, and ScottPhisto. |
| Sage | |
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Why?!
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| Echo | |
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I think it will be cute.
Wait 'til you see: I bought you guys matching pajamas. |
| Echo | |
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They're cowboy pajamas. They have
little cacti on them.
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| ScottPhisto | |
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YEEEEEE-OUCH!
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| Sage | |
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What's wrong?
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| ScottPhisto | |
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These fucking pajamas! They have
little cacti on them!
Help me get these spines out of my butt, bunkmate. |
| The Edge | |
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At least you guys get your own
beds.
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| Bono | |
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Why would you want your own bed?
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| The Edge | |
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Shhh.
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| Bono | |
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Is it because I hog all the pillows?
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| The Edge | |
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Shhh!
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