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| Captain I have located the being responsible for the destruction of this world. Sensors show he is ugly, foul smelling, hungry and not to be upset or else. | |
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| Hmm strange ears. What a freak! Probably tastes shit, sod it I'll just put on plenty of curry sauce. | |
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| That's great commander. I'm sending over a red shirt to your position now. You beam back up to the ship and get the drinks sorted and poker table setup. | |
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| Oh shit... Why didn't I take that job with the post office like mother said. | |
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| Red shirt again, for fuck's sake! Those ears are starting to look appealing now. Just how many of you are there? | |
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| Arggghh if only my weekend training included switching on this gun. Please don't eat me I'm horse shit and Brut flavoured ! | |
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