2004-04-01 - 3:39 p.m.
No. No, you can't... STOP. Please don't go away. Please? No one's ever stuck with me for so long before. And if you leave... if you leave... I just, I remember things better with you. I do, look. P. Sherman, forty-two... forty-two... I remember it, I do. It's there, I know it is, because when I look at you, I can feel it. And-and I look at you, and I... and I'm home. Please... I don't want that to go away. I don't want to forget.
Okay, he either said, "move to the back of the throat," or he "wants a root beer float".
Optical orbits up front, and remember, we keep our subesophageal ganglia to ourselves.
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