Pilot Abilene : Look. Green, you dream. Blue, in an hour you feel new. And you can forget all about mellow yellow and ancient orange, ’cause, hey, I’m giving you blood red. Do you bleed? I said, do you bleed? Martin Kefauver : Yeah, yeah, dog. Pilot Abilene : Then you take the blood train. You talk to God without even - without even seeing Him. You hear His voice, and you see His disciples. They appear like... like angels under a sea of black umbrellas. Angels who can see through time. [injects himself with Fluid Karma and gasps; hands hypodermic injector to Martin Kefauver] Martin Kefauver : Thanks, dog.
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