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You die.
To… to the way of all flesh.
There’s no escape.
… what are we… drinking to?
(scoffs) We’re just meat. Slowly… rotting…away.
You live.
You die.
To… to the way of all flesh.
There’s no escape.
… what are we… drinking to?
(scoffs) We’re just meat. Slowly… rotting…away.
You live.