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Vacuuming the cement.

Everything's gotta be perfect for Randall's return.

Perfect. Perfect.

Everything looks great.

Take a nap.

Maybe I should take a nap.

I haven't slept for twelve hours.

You're not on anything, are you?

No, just vitamins.

Mother's little helper. Mother Nature, that is.

Maybe I should take a look.

No, no, no. Check it all out.

It's the new space age wonder ****.

Vitamins.

Maybe I should take a nap.

Feeling a little out of sorts.

Nighty night, Brady.

What's up?

I'm about to crack this jet pill story.

I knew it!

Of course you did, that's all I do is talk about jet labs.

Tramp!

Are you serious? Or is this role-playing?

Oh, I've never been more serious.

The night I blacked out?

I've already forgiven you for that.

I don't need to hear the detail.

How dare you lecture me in fidelity!

Excuse me?

I remember you, Simon.

I thought it was a dream, but now I know it wasn't.

Peter, you were dreaming.

I'm gonna get you some juice.

What would I be doing with Simon Jet?

He's my boss.

My arch-nemesis.

And mine.

Listen, everyone in town hates that motherfucker.

Just simmer.

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