Mic: I used to be famous.
Sara: What did you do?
Mic: I was a Terracotta Worrier.
Sara: Sounds stressful.
Mic: A lot of guys cracked up.
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Sara: The phone’s ringing.
Mic: They’ll call back.
Mic: I used to be famous.
Sara: What did you do?
Mic: I was a Terracotta Worrier.
Sara: Sounds stressful.
Mic: A lot of guys cracked up.
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Sara: The phone’s ringing.
Mic: They’ll call back.
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Oh, I’d much prefer to be a Terracotta Worrier than the human one I am now! This is so very good, PR.
It seems like Mic went through a terra-potty crisis (therapeutic?)
I like the new citizens of your cardboard world.