I went to a combination of Navy Pier and Six Flags with two different versions of Talia. One was her regular self, and the other was a Eurotrash version. The Eurotrash version didn't talk at all; she wore a stupid newsboy cap (skewed slightly off center, of course) and red nylon cargo working-out pants. We went on this one weird boat ride where the captain or whoever would flip it upside down and dip you in the water. There were a couple of deaths, and a couple children were orphaned. The people who worked there wouldn't let us leave. One of the Talias wanted to go home, but I was upset because we still hadn't ridden Raging Bull.

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