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| You know, I was okay with the small quarters and lack of other company on this space station. Hell, I didn't even mind sharing that hot alien hooker with you. | |
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| But now they're firing missiles at us because you didn't wear a condom and caught Martian AIDS. And now, you've left me with no choice... | |
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