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| Face it, God. Your pimpin' days are over. There's a new Galactic poon Sherriff in town, and his name is James T. Kirk. | |
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| *sigh* Kirk, I'm GOD. I'm omnipotent. You can't possibly score more intergalactic booty than I can, even if I did get fat. | |
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| Captain's Log: I am officially a bigger ladies-man than God. Today is a great day for Starfleet, indeed for all intelligent life in the Universe. Kirk out. | |
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| Kirk, don't make me boldly go to the one place you won't. Even if you somehow sleep with every woman in the Universe, I can always one-up you. | |
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| Your mom's number has changed, has it? Now where did I leave my cell? | |
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