Right. Home. To Hooverville Narnia, where I can't leave my miserable monk-like existence or solve a single fucking problem without three more cropping up in their place like the unfun kind of mushrooms. Let me tell you how eager I'm not to hop that merrily rolling train.
But I do happen to know a good tailor...
[ Biblically. That's how he knows a good tailor. ]
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But I do happen to know a good tailor...
[ Biblically. That's how he knows a good tailor. ]