Is there such a thing as a coallition in the states? How would that work out?
Would there be room enough for me to live there and to build a hut for a small team of sandwich-makers? (With a basement, of course.)
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Oh! Not to worry, it’s a very, very small team with only two members in it . . .
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Wait, if you confine me to my own hut, how do I inspect the sandwich line? I have to visit the two ladies at their hut day and night, you know. (Cough, cough.)
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Well, if you insist. After all, it’s your island and we’re merely guests. (Sigh, the sacrifices a guy has to go through, right? I’ll just have to resign myself to the fact that I’ll spend every night with two beautiful women.) Let me go and tell them the good news that they’ll both be bunking with me . . .
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