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And by the end of the film, all the figures are besieged by the propositions put forth by Bill and tour Ted that are true in our time, were true in the past, and will continue to be true in tour the future: be excellent to each other and party on, dudes. There will always be a place for unconditional friendliness, peacefulness, and fun in the world. When that’s destroyed, humanity will be lost for good. I have weird feelings that other sentient species are laying bets and calculating tour odds on the human race. The betting gets more intense as events unfold, like seven-card stud, betting on each card that’s put down. They got some farmin’ goin’ on… put me down for the humans. Oh… wait… they’re killing each other over land… put me down for destruction. Oooo… they just set up a United Nations coalition…uhhh, they’re at it again. I’ve lost enough pargatrets on these human shits. Let’s hit the other end of the galaxy and see what’s shakin’. As for the casting… perfect. The acting is incredible for the absurdity of the premise.
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