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Good shot there from Tate!
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A lot of people say girls love money and that's not entirely true.
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But I'm not.
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I'm not.
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Tristan.
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Tristan. What are you doing?
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I'm filling up the pool, so while I'm monitoring it, I need some light.
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There's light there. There's light all over.
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The electrical grid is about to be shut down.
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The lights are on!
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And when the electrical grid gets shut down, then what?
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Fire. Firewood.
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Prepared, as always.
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There's not even any wood. How long is this going to last?
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An hour? Long enough?
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There's a whole fucking field. We can get wood back here.
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It's dark. It is dark.
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Oh, yeah. That's cute. If only your brother hadn't bought the fucking world's most powerful fucking flashlights.
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How about this? I provide the flashlight.
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You provide the fucking wood.
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Go. Go.
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Get the fucking wood. Or, how about this?
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Why don't you give me a flashlight and I'll go get it?
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Ain't gone, do ya?
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We don't need a fire. You don't have shit.
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We don't need a fire. Go and get the wood.
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Why do we have a fire? We don't need a fire.
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Yeah, we absolutely do.
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You said you need the- Oh, and we didn't need cans either.
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You haven't been touching my fucking rations, have you?
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If I find- if I find your greasy fucking fingers on my fucking ration cans, you and your fucking cousins, dead meat.
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Done for. Hands off the rations.
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Why don't you dress so fly the virus fucking feeds you somehow?
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Whatever your fucking dumb shit doing.
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Get the fuck out of here! Fuck off!
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No wood! We are fucking scavengers.
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I think we found the most shit wood.
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I needed shit wood.
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How much wood should there be near my supercars?
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A lot. This is Romania.
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Look at this wood. I'm just out.
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It's true. All the lights are on.
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All the lights are on.
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All our neighbors lights are on.
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Nobody has a fire but us.
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Or wood. Why is there so much wood in fucking Romania?
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There's a car here I'll remind you again Are we about to run into a monster?
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This is where a monster would be.
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We fucking... We fucking...
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Corona monster.
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Someone left our car here.
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We have to admit, if Corona was anywhere, it'd be here.
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I think Corona would be here.
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Out of all the places.
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I wish I brought my weapons.
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Your hands are weapons.
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Haha! Wardrobe doors.
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That looks like wood. Someone's got a light over there.
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Yeah. Yeah. And they're walking.
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I do. The fuck are they?
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I don't know. It's not Andrew and Tristan.
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Or sorry, not Tristan.
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There's Tristan's light. Tristan's light's in there.
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Someone's walking over there through the woods with a flashlight.
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Yeah. And I don't have the Glock.
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So they've come too close. Get the fucking wardrobe and get out of here.
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Cool. I'm feeling these wardrobes are coming.
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Cut the wood? Tristan.
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Yeah? This is pizza.
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It's the end of the world. How the fuck do you get Domino's?
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It's the end of the world. I cooked it with the fucking ration cans!
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You did! What do you mean I didn't?
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Can you prove it? It's Domino's!
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I'm making the delivery drivers that's out there.
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What delivery driver? This is the most bullshit end of the world.
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They're frozen pizzas. They're not frozen.
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At least there's Domino's in India.
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I heat them up with a fire. Heat them up with a fire.
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There's a Domino's logo on it. Domino's doesn't have Domino's.
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Fuck off. If you...
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You know what? If you admit that I made this myself, you can have some.
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No, why not? You made it yourself.
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So, what's it made out?
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What are the ingredients? Cans from the rations.
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There you go. Luke, would you like some?
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Would you like some? Alright, it's made out of cans from the rations.
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It's made out of cans from the rations. Help yourself.
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You're welcome.
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Prepare for the end of the world, you piece of shit.
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Turn your fucking camera off.
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T, the lights are still on.
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End of the world. Turn off the fucking phone.
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The lights are on. I can charge it.
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Ah, fuck you. A few moments later.
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Shit, so looky- No, no, no, no, no.
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This is not scripted.
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The power is legitimately gone.
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Look at my neighbor's houses.
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I know. There's an emergency street lamp.
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Look at every house. Yeah, inside the houses.
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There is no power anywhere.
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So the power has actually gone on.
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The power has actually gone on.
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Which means one thing, doesn't it?
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So T's predicted the future again.
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It means one thing, doesn't it?
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What? You don't know shit!
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You don't know anything! Right.
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But you don't. What?
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I don't believe this. No, the power's gone out.
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I don't believe the power's gone out.
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Well, it has. The power's actually gone out?
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Yes. So your fire bullshit became true?
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Oh, bullshit, yeah?
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Yes. So I called the cans.
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I called the power.
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And suddenly...
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You also called dominoes.
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No, I did not call dominoes.
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The power's gone out. So the power's gone out.
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You know, anyone watching this at home, let me tell you, motherfucker, something.
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You think this is fake.
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You think we switched it off at our house.
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I'm telling you, the power has legitimately gone out.
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It's the end of the fucking world!
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I'm ready! And I got my baby hands cousins who can't hold the camera and it's all shaky.
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And I got my brother who's unprepared for the end of the universe.
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And I stand vindicated.
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With all my cans, my fire, my post-apocalyptic hoes, if you clucked them.
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Just as I said.
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He did bring post-apocalyptic hoes.
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Uh-huh. He did.
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And he got the post-apocalyptic booze.
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Now, what are you gonna eat? Got the wine?
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Got the hoes? Ahhhh!
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Shit! Look, it's only a matter of time.
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They start as temporary power cuts.
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It's only a matter of fucking time.
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You're on dim fucking ice, you toks.
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You're lucky this round.
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Post-apocalyptic hoes.
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I've got wine. Get all the hoes out to the apocalypse, bro.
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Apocalypse phones are real.
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There's phones everywhere. How can I repopulate the human species?
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So why is the neighbor asking Tristan for his powerful flashlight?
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I don't know. And how does he know that we have a powerful flashlight?
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Somehow everyone knows Tristan has the world's most powerful flashlights and how people want them.
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And Tristan feels super happy and excited and powerful and like, wow.
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Like he thinks he's important.
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He's not important. He bought an overpriced flashlight or a thousand dollars.
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He is about to bring him his flashlight.
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So the neighbor wants to borrow my flashlight.
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He obviously watches the YouTube.
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Oh.
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He watches my YouTube channel, bro.
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Yeah.
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The police is doing it.
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Police? Why?
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They stole the...
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the...
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electricity.
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Somebody stole the wires.
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Gypsies?
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That's super Romanian.
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Someone stole the electricity wire.
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The police are over there. Some gypsies are stealing electricity wires, apparently.
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It's the end of the world, bro.
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It's Mad Max. I haven't seen this shit ever.
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People in London are looting.
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Here, they're stealing electricity wires.
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It's the end of the universe. And I am prepared, unlike you and you.
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And as we sit around my fire, my fire of vindication, you two...
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I have a flashlight too. Let me tell you something.
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Fuck off. I bought this flashlight.
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It's perfectly usable. Baby flashlight, yeah?
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It's just not ridiculously big.
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Yeah, baby flashlight. That's cute. It's in my pocket and it's fine.
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That's real cute. It's not the size that matters, yeah?
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Is that what you tell your girlfriends? What the fuck are you doing?
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Rory. I was upstairs.
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What the fuck? I lost it and I thought, fuck it.
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What the fuck are you doing?
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What are you doing? You look like a fucking idiot.
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Having a haircut. That's not a haircut.
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What is it then? What the fuck have you done?
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You look retarded.
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Don't look good. You look like a special needs kid.
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Well. Give me the fucking razor.
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What do I do now? I... I'm going to bed.
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I'm going to bed. It's two o'clock in the afternoon.
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You can't go to bed. What else does a man do when he's lost his mind, Tristan?
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There's no alcohol. I'm in isolation.
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I knew the quarantine was coming, but I didn't predict this fucking time to be here.
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They're losing their minds, bro.
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They're losing their minds. Only I am prepared for the quarantine.
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Mentally, he can't take it.
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I don't know how to handle this.
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What's not wrong with you? Fuck, I don't know.
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You look like a dickhead.
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I can't... It doesn't look good.
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It does look good. Bro, I think it looks good.
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Thanks, bro. The fuck is your problem?
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You as well? No one talked to me for the rest of the week.
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I'm not talking to any of you. I'm leaving the country, actually.
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I've decided to leave the country.
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Fuck you, bro. You can't leave.
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I'm leaving. I'm gonna find somewhere to go, and I'm fucking leaving.
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Tate, we're leaving. There's two countries over.
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I've confirmed clubs and bars are open in two places in Europe.
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Minsk, Belarus, Stockholm, Sweden.
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I say we go to Belarus. The only problem with Belarus is there's a 14-day self-quarantine.
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So we'll just go in, pretend we're in a self-quarantine, get booze, start drinking, go straight to the club.
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Same day. Uh-huh.
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If I got sent to jail in Sweden for violating some sort of curfew, that's fine.
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You, you, especially you, even me, none of us want to go to the Belarusian jail.
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And Belarus hate foreigners.
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They say, hey, let me see your passport.
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They will, they're itching to find some foreigner out with their fucking quarantine papers on them.
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They're itching for it.
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And don't even pretend that you're done.
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