People are like flowers. They sprout, they bloom. And then they die. But everything dies in the end, so - come on over.
is he dead?
He has been dead for two thousand years.
No, not alive dead, I mean dead dead.
I believe it's an orbiting dump site used for generalised waste disposal. Your basic garbage planet.
Last of the Brunnen-G: if you were alive... [sighs] Last of the Brunnen-G: if you were alive, I'd want you to be the first man... I... I used to want to die. But now, I want to live. I think that's because after meeting you, I realised that people aren't always that bad.
You're clean! I'm so happy!
Once upon a time, long long ago, we had plenty of pattern. Lots of people. We were rich. Not anymore. Less p-people. Less p-p-pattern.
He was alive dead for two thousand years, but this time he was dead dead! Really!
Two thousand? That's a lot of birthday p-p-parties.
Your worm is your friend.
You're clean Zev, fresh clean. We need clean!
Pattern making is an art. Every piece of meat is different, it has a different personality, a different scent or soul. The art is the nose that knows the flow that goes into the bouquet. Balance and counterbalance.
Zev, you're alive! Ecstasy times infinity squared!
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