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Di 30.07.2024 00:00:09    37.321      +3    3.606.426    96,6 Mastodon.ART              4.2.10     500
Mo 29.07.2024 00:00:01    37.318      +2    3.604.306    96,6 Mastodon.ART              4.2.10     500
So 28.07.2024 00:00:06    37.316       0    3.602.038    96,5 Mastodon.ART              4.2.10     500
Sa 27.07.2024 00:00:12    37.316      +2    3.599.591    96,5 Mastodon.ART              4.2.10     500
Fr 26.07.2024 00:01:07    37.314     +12    3.596.686    96,4 Mastodon.ART              4.2.10     500
Do 25.07.2024 00:01:05    37.302      +5    3.594.257    96,4 Mastodon.ART              4.2.10     500
Mi 24.07.2024 00:01:06    37.297      +8    3.591.703    96,3 Mastodon.ART              4.2.10     500
Di 23.07.2024 00:00:36    37.289      +4    3.589.133    96,3 Mastodon.ART              4.2.10     500
Mo 22.07.2024 00:01:10    37.285      +9    3.586.572    96,2 Mastodon.ART              4.2.10     500
So 21.07.2024 00:01:07    37.276       0    3.584.128    96,2 Mastodon.ART              4.2.10     500

Di 30.07.2024 13:12

(cont.)

I went and checked. He literally does tell them to chill out.

A block of dialogue text: : Oh, stop waving that thing around. You ain't gonna shoot nobody.  
(-- tries to fire the gun, but it only clicks. He looks at it alarmed.)  
8: Like I said. Anyway, couldn't help but notice you're kicking up a literal shitstorm here, so, I don't know, chill out?  
--: You stay the hell away from me. 
8: (squinting) What are you even mad about again?  
(-- looks furious. The storm rumbles above them.)  
8: Do... you want to talk about it?  
--: I got nothing to say to you.  
8: Well that's a relief. Anyway, let's just pack in whatever the hell this is before you do something I'll regret.

A block of dialogue text: : Oh, stop waving that thing around. You ain't gonna shoot nobody. (-- tries to fire the gun, but it only clicks. He looks at it alarmed.) 8: Like I said. Anyway, couldn't help but notice you're kicking up a literal shitstorm here, so, I don't know, chill out? --: You stay the hell away from me. 8: (squinting) What are you even mad about again? (-- looks furious. The storm rumbles above them.) 8: Do... you want to talk about it? --: I got nothing to say to you. 8: Well that's a relief. Anyway, let's just pack in whatever the hell this is before you do something I'll regret.

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