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PILGRIM 1 Hey.

PILGRIM 2 ‘sup?

PILGRIM 1 You know, uh, since we’ve come to this land and the Plymouth Rock and all that, something feels funny.

PILGRIM 2 That’s probably the venison.

PILGRIM 1 I mean / in my soul.

PILGRIM 2 / I told EbenezerEzekielJeremiah to throw that venison away. You can’t just leave it out. It’ll spoil. But he’s like oh we shouldn’t let good venison go to waste, which I guess he has a point considering the fact that we haven’t implemented our agricultural system yet. But you can’t just eat old deer. That boy ain’t got a lick of sense from the buckle in his shoe to the buckle in his hat. So, of course he starts serving it to everyone—hang on a second there, did you say soul?

PILGRIM 1 My national soul. Not my religious soul. My religious soul is fine and /