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| What the hell is that Confederate Honky doing in my scouting party, First Mate Dirty Cracker? | |
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| Well, like, we thought we might need someone who made war, not love, in case we found some hostile aliens or something. | |
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| Shee-it. What are the chances of that? | |
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On another part of the moon...
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| Okay, next humans we see, we act hostile towards! | |
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| Agreed! Especially since they make me dress like this to get a job! | |
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