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Timo : Bonsoir, Mon Ami
~Dre : 'Allo, Mon Cher. What are you doing?
Timo : Helping Marika Move.
~Dre : Ehhhhggghhh. Why? You Hate Moving?
Timo : I know, but she asked and...
~Dre : When You Die, You will become a Saint!
Timo : Ahh, I can only Hope.
~Dre : Saint Timo...
Timo : There's already a Saint Timothy.
~Dre : Fuck! Sorry, Bud. Can Old Saints be fired?
Timo : Why don't you go to church and find out?
~Dre : Bah. That'll happen. Ever.
Timo : I'll ask next time someone gets married or dies.
~Dre : Don't die. Enjoy moving.
Timo : We'll see what happens...Bi.