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- Don't be. - Don't be.
Fire-fighters are going door-to-door telling people to get out immediately
Two minutes. I'm counting. Go.
- Jesus does not make you flame-retardant. - I have to go.
You'd have to have a pretty big microwave.
Got to go.
My husband's ashes are in there. Please, I forgot my husband's ashes.
My customer base is about to burn to the ground.
There are tinder-dry conditions out there, warm temperatures, low rainfall,
I'm working on it. Work in progress. I got to get going.
Don't even fucking say Pittsburgh, OK?
All evacuees are welcome here to the Summer Canyon Recreation Centre.
It's nuts out there. Couldn't even drive over here.
- Should you even be here? - I was sent.
- Then, it's a sign. - A sign?
Judah? Listen...
Well, what's our next move?
Because we figure the pool can't burn, right?
Sorry I can't pay you. It's not my fault, is it?
Fine. If we regroup the group, you'll be in the group.
We've had enough of that shit. Just deal like the rest of us.
All residents are required to leave their homes now.
Your cock-charming fuck buddy.
Drink up.
See, I could use you. You tell me which way is south.
- This is a mandatory evacuation. - You spiteful, fucking piece of shit.
And why's that?
Good morning. After a long night battling darkness, treacherous conditions,