When I was filling out the questionnaire on my eighth death experience, clone A3-7T suddenly put a breathing mask on my face: "Body, you just wasted 0.003 Liters of oxygen by farting. According to the "Atmospheric Resource Management Regulations," please pay 3 laugh points immediately."
The quantum projection advertisement outside the window flashed: [Oxygen installment loan, a smile can solve a thousand worries! Apply now to enjoy the sneeze interest-free discount]
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