Back to you, Houston.
Thank you, Marge. Over.
At what time do you get off. Over.
I just did, when I heard you coming. Over.
How was it? Over.
On manual and overcooked. Over.
Never thrust the hand that feeds you. Over.
I’m left-handed, does it matter? Over.
Not really. Over.
OK, got to go, ciao. Over.
Over. Over.
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