LANDFILL-irregular waves of crooked, incoherent chatter drown the senses. Growing. Growing!"how in hell have you travelled here??" a barely decipherable, melodic whisper amongst a thickening crowd of ideas.
YOU-"uhhhhh..."
YOU-"I have an idea."
LANDFILL-""
LANDFILL- "Shoot it at me"
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