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"Remember that chip we had?" you begin, "that was his. He went to a new plane and is now controlling our every move through a small metal box and a television screen. I bet if we worked hard enough, we may be able to have him help us! Although, I guess that probably wouldn't be a very good idea, since he would probably spontaniously die. Am I rambling?" you finish, cocking your head in a cute way.
"... are you okay?" Faw asks.
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