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... let out a long sigh. Shirtless Bradley wandered over, snatched the cold beer right out of Madman’s hand, and chugged it down in a few deep gulps.
"Ahhh... why does it feel like we’re basically living the retired life now?"
Bradley patted his shamelessly ripped eight-pack, belched, and muttered, "What if Orson comes back and says we’ve just been slacking off this whole time?"
"Screw him. Who knows if he’s alive or dead? Either way, it’s none of my damn business."
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