I don't understand why these things happen to me.
If you really want to, there's a convention thing, ESPers, time travelers, blah, blah, blah, look, just find the bunny-suit girl and ask her.
If she tells you I'm her bartender or a member of her cult or both, don't believe her.
Party. Right. Party. I don't want to be back here? Why are we
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COME TO OUR CONVENTION
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GO TO HER DAMN CONVENTION ALREADY.
After this, you and I? We aren't talking about ESPers or whatever this shit is anymore.
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Well, we can look for aliens then. I'm sure there are lots of them here!
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We're not talking aliens either. Or time travelers.
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Paranormal mysteries!
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Hey, from now on? We talk about normal things. Like. God, I don't know. What the city did to screw over everyone yesterday.
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God? We can talk about God too!
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...you completely misread that, didn't you? If you're going to talk theology, talk to Amadeus. It's in his freaking name, isn't it?
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Who's Amadeus?
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Oh, shit. Nothing. No one.
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No one? A ghost?
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No, he's not--err. NO ONE.
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... He's something!
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He who?
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Maday?
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