I'm starving...I don't know if I will be...able to make it...across the vast expanse of carpet...Remember me when the vultures...have picked my bones clean...
I...must...try...McCullough save yourself...go ahead without me....I won't...make it...
Look, Momma, you gonna feed me or what? It's dinner time, in case you hadn't noticed.
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