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Lynx: When I lived in a shelter, I came up with a way to eat on a hole when the money was running out. He generated random numbers, knocked into rooms with these numbers, and if a girl opened it, he was represented as a French student named Eboujon Zayed. It worked once.
Gella: Where are you going?
In the eye, fucking! It’s an ebony, you know?
Gella: When is it?
and Lynx: