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Shit its about time, been waiting on his ass. Fucking traffic. My boy Karl said he left hours ago, probably didn't get a cab until just now.
Marx groggily coming to on Engels' couch, startling awake and knocking over the half full pint on the floor next to him as he stumbles to his feet: "Ah fuck I'm late for the proletarian revolution".
