Do I win a prize for that?
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Yes, you get a prize. It takes about 20+ years for it to come. Your prize is called "Grandchildren". As my parents point out, grandchildren are one of their rewards for raising their own children.
Where did Michael find dirt to eat?
I think for your reward you should get to eat anything you are craving.
Well, I figure licking the floor of an elevator (aaahhh!!!) counts as "eating dirt".
Oh Bonnie I am so sorry. Licking and elevator floor. It is times like this that I wish there was an edible hand sanitizer. Really the thought just makes me cringe
So who gets the prize for the blackout-You or Michael? You deserve a real nice reward!
Ha, that's awesome! You totally deserve a big prize for that. And he's just building his immune system...yeah, that's it. (Ewww!!) Hmmm...actually, now I want to do this, too, because a big prize sounds good... ;)
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