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Ooh, what's that? My self-esteem just flatlined.
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Yeah, it's this way.
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I smell patchouli and pretension.
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Why are you walking so slow?
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Because I'm carrying our cupcake future,
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and I don't want half of our future's frosting
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to be on top of the box.
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Relax. We still have time.
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Oh, hello.
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Welcome to space blast art attack.
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The gallery won't be open for, like, an hour.
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Actually, we're here delivering the cupcakes.