| Probability | Text |
|---|
| 65% | We are going to the Sonoma Center, the spirits. | ▶️ |
| 69% | unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends. There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh. I don't believe you. Oh, come. Oh, you can hear its faint echo right now. I'm here to turn up the volume, to press the stinking face of humanity into the dark blonde of its own secret heart. | ▶️ |
| 64% | Honey, there's a crow's dashed away. Care to find the golden tables. What about me? This is Fin Alain. Whoo, good idea, caw couple in attorney center de for to Ermaneder yeah yeah men well finally again | ▶️ |
| 62% | But now is the time to close the Space Center. | ▶️ |
