FOOD!

Goin' down an' stockin' up, man. M'tired of rations!

YO SPHERE!

Anyone need toast? We got frickin' tons, man. Vlad's visor thingie's poppin' it out ev'rytime he drinks anythin'!

We ain't goin' hungry for a while, man.

Yo, Car, we need t'do dat again!

But no mistletoe. Dat sucked.

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Woot! Ankle's healed an' the damn skates fin'lly came off!

Yo, anyone find a skateboard?

An', uh, Car. When y'wanna go on our date?

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