Thane Furrows:
Oh, you must be the tumor-like substance that lives upstairs.
Vol:
I don't mind you pounding on my floor, man, but could you do it with a little rhythm 'cause you are really messing with my head.
Thane Furrows:
Oh, I completely understand. We wouldn't want to clutter up that magnificent reservoir of thought.
Vol:
Yeah. Let's check out the place.
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