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Well, we could show up quite early, and, having tracked down Ken Campbell, and asked him to explain what the meaning of life is, really, then spend a pleasant afternoon spilling beer on his jeans 'by accident'
'What would Tesla think about that then, eh? He's not here to defend you now, is he Ken?'
And then I suppose we could float off gently to have our reality tunnels undermined by the London Eye, or vagina, pretty clearly having already taken an insane amount of drugs.
And about to take more.
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