We’re terminal. Que sera sera!
We’re approaching the sea, the place to finish our lives.
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I’m sorry. You guys were misdiagnosed. Both of you are likely to become centenarians if you don’t’ have anything special.
À½¼º ¼Ó ÀÇ»ç: Á˼ÛÇÕ´Ï´Ù. ¿ÀÁøÀ̳׿ä. µÎ ºÐ ´Ù º° ÀÏ ¾øÀ¸¸é 100¼¼±îÁöµµ ¹®Á¦ ¾ø½À´Ï´Ù.
What a quack! We’re doomed! What’re we gonna do?
Damn it! Should we really die?
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·çµð: ÀÌ·± Á¨Àå. ÁøÂ¥ Á×¾î¹ö¸±±î?