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| * grunt* *bang* *snort* Tell me Holobabe, where are the beings that created you? | |
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| [pause] *pant* Extinct? Why? | |
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| They found breeding with me so pleasurable that they lost interest with breed for procreation purposes. | |
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| ... Damn ... that ruined my woody. | |
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| I can get that back for you. How hard do you want it? | |
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