She insisted I hop on the floating shining silver bike, but I scoffed, and then i said FOH reminding her that bikes don't fly in the real world. In real life bikes don't fly, and then she smiled.
She insisted I hop on the bike, but I scoffed, reminding her that bikes don't fly in the real world. A smirk played on her lips, revealing a mix of surprise, amusement, and amazement. It was as if she recognized the same arrogant knucklehead I used to be, even in my current state of amnesia.
Despite my earlier attempts to impress her with sophisticated language, I fumbled with words like "propulsion" instead of the simple concept of gravity. I could have even thrown in "cloaking device," but for some reason, I held back.
Even though I was hesitant to meet her gaze, there was an undeniable sense of familiarity. I couldn't shake the feeling that she knew me from eons ago. It's bizarre—especially considering my previous puzzlement about a large bald-headed Chinese woman in my dream. Okay, enough revelations for now. Catch you later, alligataaz! Hahaha.
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