Look, here we are on the same camel's butt ... gnats.
Tiny, little, insignificant specs of space dust, floating around this glaring ball of super hydrogen gas in an expansive, never ending universe.
We are gnats on a camels butt who never claimed to be the center of anything but our own emotions, which get the best of us at times like these.
We float under an atmospheric protection on a little planet called Earth.
We found ourselves sitting on the same camels butt, sir. I warned you about it.
I told you it would happen.
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WaterTiger