— See anything?
— Something's got me!
— That was me. Sorry.
— Who's that?
— Who could it be? It's me.
— Are... Are you my conscience?
— Yeah. I'm your conscience. We haven't spoken for a while. How are you?
— Can't complain.
— Good. Now, Dory, I want you to tell me, do you see anything?
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Okay, that one was a little tougher. He either said we should go to the back of the throat or he wants a root beer float.
