We're getting close, but not too close. We're talking existential dread kind of close. At this point, we've exhausted all other options. The only thing left to do is... send out a distress signal into space.
But don't worry, it'll be fine. We'll just put on some nice music and wait for the end of the world to come. Maybe we'll even start a conga line.
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