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IRCOPS ON OTHER END. APPOINTING Xx_masterferret_xX] [NETSPLIT OVER. Merging settings.] IRC chat between JOHNPAGE and <>savereload<> at 16-11-16 5:00pm [LOG PURGED BY IRCOP Xx_masterferret_xX] GOOGLE HOME MICROPHONE LOG [16-Nov-2016 5:30pm] Room: Living Room John: Guys, I’m going to the side. - What'd you say, Hal? - Nothing. Bee! Don't freak out! My entire species... What are you doing?! Wow... The tension.

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