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Ocelot: Huh. You know... sooner or later there will be only one plane. There's only room for one plane. The attendees are fated to face each other someday too. If the day ever comes that you go back to the airport, I'll aid the other yuppies. And then you and I will be enemies, too. One of us will have to kill the other. Kaz: Fine by me. I'll be ready for the new flight. Until then, we'd better get used to salad.
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Well, let me tell you about the absolute worst, most sickening nightmare I ever had. This one isn't for the kids. OK, so there's this huge pile of crap, right? It's shaped like a private music festival, and it's walking around on two legs, goin' on a rampage and takin' people's laptops and stuff. And this giant turd is carrying the nastiest sandwiches you ever saw. Like whenever you open one of its turd takeout boxes... whoever gets it - people, islands, airports - turns into poo poo. My iPhone, my hedge fund, my family, my girlfriend, old man Ja... Everything in that turd's path turned into poo poo. Snake: That's... pretty sick, man.
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