TT: Odds are pretty stacked against you.
TT: Even though you're loaded with ace.
TT: What's that?
TT: Feeling hungry?
TT: Let me know.
TG: ok thanks
TG: feel like getting flustered by a storm of tiny pink peas
TG: hunger quips are back in full force
TG: sipping chumpacca juice out a tight belay collar
TG: no more procrastinating!
TG: now i need you to do something
TG: advance thay
TG: sail away
TT: What?
TG: sail away to do something
TG: advance
TG: feel like shit
TG: take a look
TG: there's something i need
TG: i need to keep focussed on this fuckin thing
TG: before it's too late
TG: you know those calls you've been making
TG: those nags i've noticed