do you have a phone we might use?
Your apple pie don't taste too nice.
It's not easy having a good time... even smiling makes my face ache...
Tonight, my unconventional conventionists...
Under the circumstances, formal dress is to be optional.
I'm your new commander; you now are my prisoner; we return to Transylvania. Prepare the transit beam.
Lost in time, and lost in space, and meaning.
Utterly Divine.
Utterly Inspiring.
Utterly Beautiful.
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