Tch, yeah. Go t' school, join the military, or get marooned. Guess at least 's a li'l better'n Garden cuz it ain't school an' military all wrapped up in one, but still...
[He settles into the corner of the couch, passes his snail phone to Fionna and pulls her up on top of him because he takes up all of the seats.]
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[He settles into the corner of the couch, passes his snail phone to Fionna and pulls her up on top of him because he takes up all of the seats.]
So's everyone got a job already?