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| Um... Who, uh, is there...? | |
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| It's Clyzeborg. I need to talk to you. We're planning a mutiny. | |
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| Clyzeborg, ol' buddy! Come on in! A mutiny you say? Sounds risky. | |
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| Of course it's risky, you stupid tin can of nails. Uh- I mean, | |
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| I was made with screws not nails... | |
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