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| What did you do to Blobbo the green martian? He was an intergalactic secret agent, sent to planet earth on a mission to help kangaroos rule the world... | |
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| A mission he will never be able to accomplish, I'm afraid. He has been totally eliminated. Molecularly imploded, to be precise. Ha ha! | |
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| Turn around, you fool. I will turn you into a big colander and use your dead body to strain my spaghetti at dinner. I ensure you, marsupials will achieve global domination. | |
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| Oh yeah? So how come you didn't notice I planted one of my awesome, invisible telekinetic grenades in your lousy pouch? | |
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| Somehow I doubt that this particular marsupial will ever again pose a threat to mankind. Kangaroos... Big pouches, yeah ... But brains up their bums for too much jumping. | |
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