Just for my Hopp
From another dimension, Rorty. A dimension where they're ruled by greasers. They want revenge, Rorty. We have to stop them. Let's go.
Wake up, Rorty. We need to travel back in time and help the greasers of the '50s fight off a pack of blind cowmen. Let's-
What? Blind cowmen? Mick?
Fighting the cowmen, the duo paused for a word.
I feel bad, Mick. They can't even see us. I don't wanna fight them.
It's dirty business, Rorty, but someone's gotta do it. Grab a chair or something...
Wallowing in self pity is fun, Rorty, but you have to get up eventually. You weren't even massacred today. They're just cowmen, anyway. They aren't even human, Rorty. Now come help me finish these burgers.
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