At a restaurant*
Lloyd: What are we doing here?
Cryptor, looking at a menu and not paying much attention: What are any of us doing here? Why do we even exist? Why were we created other than to suffer until the sweet release of death?
Lloyd:
Cryptor: And why are thE SANDWICHES SO FUCKING MUCH-
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