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| Sir, my marines are ready to assault the planet! | |
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| Excellent, Lieutenant! You may begin your invasion. And I have special orders for your troops when you land! | |
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| Ok men, When we hit the planet, hit 'em hard and fast! | |
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| Yes sir, Lieutenant! We're ready! | |
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| Ok Men!, Destroy that Sod! Rip out the guts of those Weeds and throw them on the Dungheap! Move it, Move it, Move it! | |
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| This isn't quite what I had in mind when he said "Special Orders." | |
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