"Union Pacific"

Jon's Words: Shot right through you. Line. Synthesis. Analysis. Your theory's so nothingness. So many chances to shoot you down. You're so down. When I'm around I'll shoot right through you. Your projectile statistics shot right at me. Forcefield don't let me down. You dug the hole that you lie in, and I'll fill it in.

Sean's Words: Choo choo train line. Northbound. Southbound. East/west bound. Just bound by a buckle. Watching the blades of grass blend from my sleeping car. Down the tracks we'll roll. I ride the choo choo train all night long.

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