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Outside a ranch near Roswell, New Mexico...
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| Howdy there, pardner! How'd you like to become an official cowboy? | |
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| Wow, really? I'm going to be a cowboy! | |
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| Actually, I'm going to kill you and eat your brain, but not in that order, you stupid HU-MAN!! | |
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| Wait a minute...you're not a cowboy...you're an alien! | |
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Zarkians are no good at keeping up an act for very long.
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| i am not so much an alien as i am a dimentional traveller...all your brain are belong to us... | |
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| How the hell did my shirt change color like that? | |
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