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| Commander of the Clinger vessel wishes to speak with you, Captain. | |
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| Those filthy Clinger bastards aren't getting what passes for hands on Cadet Wilizz. Turn their pimpled butts back to their putrid homeworld, is what I say! | |
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| Crap ... The screen's on behind me, isn't it? | |
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| Heyyyy! The Clingers! Guys! Um... how're things going? | |
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