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Tom's guilty.

I can't let you finish.

I can't even finish.

I can't either. I can't let you finish.

He's guilty.

34 times guilty.

Cecil.

I can't keep it in. I can't. I'm a pass out. I'm a pass, hold on, I'm a pass out.

Like where's a bag? I got to breathe into a bag. I thought my phone was going to catch on fire from everybody. My phone was blowing up from every

angle. Cecil though, I want to read a special poem that I wrote. Okay sure.

Yeah, go ahead. No, go ahead. Yeah, absolutely. I think, you know, this is a very solemn moment and I think, you know, normally when there's big events in the United States, there's like poet laureates.

So Tom, you're in a few, you are, you are an unofficial poet laureate for the moment.

You're the cod-disc poet laureate.

Go ahead.

It's a poem in 34 words.

So, guilty, guilty, guilty, guilty, guilty, guilty, guilty, guilty, guilty, guilty.

Guilty guilty guilty, guilty, guilty, guilty.

Guilty, guilty, guilty, guilty, guilty, guilty, guilty,

guilty, guilty, guilty, guilty, guilty, guilty, guilty,

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