“[a giant satellite bomb is headed towards the city] If that thing hits, do you think we'll have school tomorrow?”
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“[a giant satellite bomb is headed towards the city] If that thing hits, do you think we'll have school tomorrow?”
“...Watermelon. Or like a panda with a mean face, or like sandals with pressure points drawn on them, or the smell of a blackboard eraser, or a Sunday morning where you wake up and it's raining. Well, I like him more than hard bread.”