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[Chuck and Baxter float aimlessly in space.]
Chuck: Wow, that just happened.

Baxter: *sob*
Chuck: Think about it. No more elephants, no more ice cream.

Chuck: No more X-Files reruns, no more getting laid at a Motörhead show.

Chuck: What? It’s happened… twice!

Chuck: Jesus, there’s no more women. No more sex at all!

Chuck: Unless…
Baxter: No way.

[They look at each other awkwardly.]

Chuck: I guess we only have forty minutes of air left, anyway.