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Our good friend Glagbot '42 is lost on a far away planet in dire need of some good smut.
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| Hmmm, I wonder if they sell pornographic magazines round here? | |
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| Oh, I wish I had work to do. I guess I could go back to being a Soup Salesman... | |
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Using his super-advanced CPU brain with a 96 IQ, he asks a native for help.
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| Excuse me good sir, where is the location of the nearest newsagent. I need to purchase some errr, wine. | |
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| Hmmm, i'm not sure. I've only just moved here. You wouldn't by chance have any soup on you? | |
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Unfortunately his crazy 70's drug taking days have caught up with him again!
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| OH SHIT, NOT ANOTHER ACID FLASHBACK!!! | |
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| Bong, bong, ma-dong!!! Soups on me!!!! | |
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