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*the setting is Triple H, Lita, and Allan Ways, clinging to a piece of drift wood for dear life in the icy ocean*
Allan: C-c-c-c-cold.... so, v-v-v-v-v-v-very c-c-c-c-c-c-c-cold....
Lita: Trips, you must be superhuman... I'm sweatting like a goat, and you're just there!
Triple H: I'm not going to see to the ocean. I'm too good to sell to this!
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