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Upon being abducted by an alien space craft, Scott is confronted with the truth of his origins...
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| Greetings Scott...I am your father.... | |
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| Wow...so all along I must have a been a part of some clandestine plan to breed alien/human hybirds and form a new master race? | |
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Sometimes the truth can hurt.....
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| Well the truth is, I met your mother at a monster truck pull back in the early eighties. We had a little too much rasberry ripple wine and well.... | |
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| So...I'm not an alien/human master hybrid thing-a-madoo? | |
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