That's how it always happens. [There's one person that isn't slipping on the ice. He stands on it as if it were just part of the street. Komaeda walks over to her as he continues.]
We don't know how we get here but I imagine you don't care about that. You're icing the street.
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We don't know how we get here but I imagine you don't care about that. You're icing the street.