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Way to Go, Barry

Two men grunted and groaned as they pushed a heavy metal cart filled with red stones up a hill. The landscape around them was jagged black stone, eroded by the wind.

They soon reached the top of the hill. They leaned against the cart to catch their breath, and the taller one spoke.

“This is all your fault.”

The shorter one looked up in surprise. “Mine?”

“Yes, yours!” The tall man gestured wildly. “All this was your idea! I didn’t wanna go on your stupid adventure!”

“You lying-”

Their argument was interrupted as one of their masters hovered over to the cart.

GET BACK TO WORK.

“Hey, how come we have to push the cart?” The tall one asked. “Why do you guys need us?”

The metallic overlord hovered silently. Suddenly, a red beam shot from his single eye, melting down the precious stones into useless slag.

LOOKS LIKE YOU NEED TO GO GET ANOTHER LOAD.

As they pushed the cart back, the tall one grumbled. “’Let’s go to space,’ you said. ’It’ll be an adventure,’ you said. You fucking suck, Barry.”

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