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So, I’m thinkin’, “One last night to howl,” like Monty says. I’d be nervous, sweatin’ like a pig – D’oh! – prolly trip over my own feet. Maybe I’d spot one, leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig. “Hey, sugar, need a date?” she’d purr. I’d be all, “Uhh, yeah, sure!” Heart poundin’, palms sweaty – excitin’ but scary, ya know? Reminds me o’ Monty’s panic, that “I’m outta time” vibe. “This life came so close to never happenin’,” he’d say. Deep, right? Almost makes ya feel bad for the gal.

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But then, outta nowhere, one of them kicks the ball straight into my workshop! I’m like, “Dude, really?” I step outside, ready to give them a piece of my mind. But then I see the look on their faces. Pure panic. They think I’m gonna blow up or something. I just laugh it off. “Hey, no worries! Just don’t make it a habit, alright?”