[Oh. Oh god. Jake with a blow torch. That's like high octane nightmare fuel. He's just imagining the spazzy dork tripping, hitting his head, knocking himself out, and setting Murderdeath Island on fire.
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All too plausible.]
No rush. There's still other flavors of ice cream we have to try.
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All too plausible.]
No rush. There's still other flavors of ice cream we have to try.