"Hey: that's my shirt!"
"No it isn't. I don't see your name on it."
"Of course not. The urine has dried by now."
". . ."
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"Oh my god! My face imploded!"
"It's ok, I can help! I have a bandaid!"
"Wait! What kind?"
"Flinstone kids."
"Ok, good."
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"What's wrong? Why so glum?"
"I'm ugly."
"What really matters is down in here -touches the chest where his heart is-... I feel a lump. Wow. It does suck to be you."