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After the fallout from Tobor & Time Biscut Man's disatrous one night stand . . .
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| ARRR! Ms. McBreasts, it seems a love connection was not in the card after all, ye were right. | |
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| I'm sorry sir. I didn't see how it could fail either. You'd think a sheepfucking superhero with the ability to bend time & a buttfucking robot would be a natural match. | |
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| Where did we go wrong, matey? Was it the lighter entertainment? The itchy hookers? The crab salad finger sandwiches | |
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| I think it was the petting zoo we had aboard, sir. For a confirmed zoophile like Time Biscut Man it was like a drink in the hands of an alcoholicnkard. | |
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| Arrr! Ye may have a point at that, Ms. McBreasts. Ye know, I never intended to be pimpin me whole life. I had dreams of bein a circus clown fer the kiddies. | |
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| Clearly this world is not the place for an STD-ridden dreamer like yourself, Captain Gruntass | |
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