I'm not going into my room. Ever. I'll be staying out here now. (Just need to get a tent...)
Also, there is a lovely 'lady' looking for you, DJ Quackmire. She misses you ever so much. So much so that her muscular arms grabbed me and shook me as she let out all her grief. She wandered off a bit to cry more after borrowing my shaver, because
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