Houston, we have transmission fluid.

Theendisthebeginningistheend.

Death sings a happy song, one filled with springs.

Tick tock goes the sound of my Spock.

Nihilism is for amateurs.

Can you tell me how to get the hell out of here?

Through this wall lies another wall. Beyond that is another wall. Beyond that, another wall. And walls on forever, folks. Better get used to it.

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