"For later Bob, for later." Said Ted, winking at his co-host. (Bob at this point takes of his tie, loosens his shirt and sticks his feet up on the desk) (despite the shouts of the producer, the two of them just sit there, looking into each others eyes. A giant replica of the British Isles and a fairly 2D cloud with speckles of rain walk in.) The Cloud tapped Ted on the shoulder. "Are we going to do this thing or what?"
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