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Aboard the USS Stereotype, Space Pimps ponders his next course of action
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| First mate cracker who don't bathe! Is that planet over there charted territory? | |
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| That's like the Earth, man! | |
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| Don't get smart with me or I'll pop ya upside the head! Now, what about that grey thing over there? | |
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| The moon, eh? Sounds like a prime spot for some bitches! Let's go! | |
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| I really shouldn't have signed up for this ship when I was stoned. | |
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