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1: "Hello, my name is Peterson Thurston the Fourth." 2: "This is hell, isn't it? I died in my sleep, and now I'm being punished. I never did anything very bad in life, but I didn't do anything very good either. Maybe that's just as bad." 1: "I don't know what you're saying, Hamilton, but I like the way you're saying it. Your arm motions are especially bemitching. I mean, bewitching. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry." 2: "It's fine, Peterson. Just stop saying sorry." 1: "But that's how sorry I am. Seven sorries. I still have two sorries left." 2: "You said sorry more than seven times already." 1: "Those other times didn't count. I said them in the context of explaining the situation. They weren't valid sorries." 2: "Fine, just say the other two so we can stop this." 1: "Soppy. I mean, sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry." 2: "Please stop. I'm getting a really bad headache." 1: "Oh, do you know what's good for headaches?" 2: "What?" 1: "Love. Love can heal almost anything. Except Brussels sprouts." 2: "Are you saying that love can't heal Brussels sprouts themselves, or that it's not a cure for some sort of imaginary Brussels sprouts disease?" 1: "It's not imaginary, Hamilton. In fact, it's not imaginary at all." 2: "I think I'm going to take a nap. 1: "Remember not to die." |
  
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