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My customer base is about to burn to the ground.

Two minutes. I'm counting. Go.

All evacuees are welcome here to the Summer Canyon Recreation Centre.

I'm working on it. Work in progress. I got to get going.

Well, what's our next move?

There are tinder-dry conditions out there, warm temperatures, low rainfall,

- Don't be. - Don't be.

Don't even fucking say Pittsburgh, OK?

And why's that?

Sorry I can't pay you. It's not my fault, is it?

We take you there live for an update.

- This is a mandatory evacuation. - You spiteful, fucking piece of shit.

It's nuts out there. Couldn't even drive over here.

- Then, it's a sign. - A sign?

- Jesus does not make you flame-retardant. - I have to go.

Fire-fighters are going door-to-door telling people to get out immediately

We've had enough of that shit. Just deal like the rest of us.

Good morning. After a long night battling darkness, treacherous conditions,

See, I could use you. You tell me which way is south.

- Should you even be here? - I was sent.

My husband's ashes are in there. Please, I forgot my husband's ashes.

Because we figure the pool can't burn, right?

Your cock-charming fuck buddy.

You'd have to have a pretty big microwave.

All residents are required to leave their homes now.

Judah? Listen...

Fine. If we regroup the group, you'll be in the group.