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- Okay, you're breathing too fast. - Eight... it's going down eight percent.
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You're burning oxygen, and we don't want to do that.
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- We want to relax. Copy? - Okay, sorry. Yes, copy, copy.
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- All right. Nearly there. - Please hurry.
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- You can holster that torch, Dr. Stone. - Sorry. Sorry.
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Gotcha. All right, now I'll gonna tether you to me.
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I know, you never realized how devastatingly good-looking I am.
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But I need you to stop staring and help me with the tether.
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- Okay? - Okay, okay.
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I got it.
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All right, here we go. All right.
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Now, to clear you from the jets...