[[A blonde woman and a brunette woman observe a snake on the ground.]]
Blonde: Whoa, a snake!
Brunette: Cool!
Blonde: I'm afraid of snakes.
[[The brunette looks pensive.]]
Brunette: I'm afraid of saying "Everything's complicated right now, but maybe next year" until there are no more years left.
[[The blonde considers her response.]]
[[The brunette cuts her off mid-sentence.]]
Blonde: Do you--
Brunette: I want to be a storm chaser.
[[A tornado reaches from the black storm clouds to the earth, kicking up a sizable cloud of debris at its base. The blonde woman is at the wheel of a car, the brunette hanging out the window and holding a camera.]]
{{Title text: Oh God, the tornado picked up snakes!}}
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