Ursula: “Hey, James…I had this dream, I was having dinner with these people, and FDR was there!”
James: “Did he talk about the New Deal?”
Ursula: “…no…he was funny, though.”
James: “Churchhill must have been there.”
Ursula (losing the narrative thread completely): “Uh…uh…so there was this room…it was cold, and the windows were broken out, and there were giant robots outside in the streets!”
James: “Like performance art?”
Ursula: “No, like subjugating humanity. Good try, though.”
James: “Well, you know, performance art, humanity, whatever…”
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