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| ..My God Spock.. It could be anywhere. Do you realise that!? Anywhere listening to us with its alien ears plotting us a diabolical fate.. | |
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| What schemes could its brilliant alien mind concoct!? Some type of brutal anal torture i'd imagine. Well not again... | |
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| ..NOT THIS TIME YOU BASTARDS! NOT AS LONG AS MY NAME IS JAMES T. KIRK!! | |
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| The Hammersmith Palais can kiss my arse in the future. | |
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