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>>28268479 Next time, I roofied the bitch but she noticed and stormed. I think she was also trying to roofie me. Then I got two sausage rolls with Travolta, my p.a., and he wished me luck as I got on the landing craft with all the other G.I.s. I was now in green US WW2 gear, helmet too. I was next to my brother, who was a young paul McCartney. I had a sausage roll, and offered him some of the second. He declined, saying ‘not until you have enough for your trip round europe’, implying I would be going with the roofie bitch. The two people on the other side wanted some; one of them looked and acted like the intern JD hates in scrubs. Then we set off. The monster saw us, destroyed the crane and our craft, I was thrown to shore, crawled under the pier. (Pizza had gone, so had the teamsters) and was killed. Also, I knew all my war buddies be ause I let my brother, McCartney, be killed. |