“You say they call the potentate’s communications network Cell-Sol?” “Yeah. Short for—” “Cellular-Solar, yeah.” Buck left, shaking his head.
DO YOU GUYS GET IT YET? Buck does. Don’t worry, he’s in on the joke. Buck gets it. No, like, he gets it. He understands. Buck is aware of the pun. Guys, don’t worry. He knows about the funny. Buck gets it, don’t worry. He gets it.
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