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Could this day get any worse?

Probably.

After all, how many times can you get your stomach pumped in a week? I have to hit my karmic quota eventually.

Christ, you're kidding.

It's actually kind of zen, you know? Like cleansing the body of all evils, but without the comforting feeling of not having food poisoning.

...I think I'd rather avoid it all together. I'll find my zen elsewhere.

That's probably a good idea.

[....Wait. What.]

-Jake?

Yep.

*Uhhhh what now?*

...Jim.

But you look just like him.

That seems to happen a lot around here.

Must be one good looking guy.

Sorry. Jim. I'm Ashley.

You get used to it. Nice to meet you, Ashley.

Meeting people who look like J- I mean, sorry. You?

Well, that, along with other insanity that has a tendency to pop up. Might even meet another you.

Hope she has better luck than I do.

Me too. No more than one of a girl should have her stomach pumped.

I couldn't agree more.