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Schlock: Suppose those fourteen thousand girls in the crowd tonight found out that their heartthrobs are just holograms.
Brad: Hmmm...
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Schlock: All those hormones ...
Brad: Raging ...
Sign: Armed guards on duty
Brad: With no outlet. No New Sync Boy to pursue.
Schlock: You think we would start to look attractive to them?
Brad: We? Me, maybe.
Schlock: I could eat some cologne.
Sign: Mosh pit "It's your funeral"
New Sync Boy:
Random Crowd: