Back to you, Houston.
Roger that, Roger. Permission to land granted. Use your imagination. Over.
You sound like my mother. Over.
I am your mother. Don’t start with me. Over.
OK, mom. I’m coming home. Over.
Wash your hands for dinner. Over.
Love you too. Over.
Walk it off, big shot. Over.
Will do. Over.
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