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| Please, teach, be merciful. I'll give you some credits as soon as I earn them. | |
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| Ah well... okay. Let's shake hands. | |
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| I'm glad we settled that... OW!!! What was in that needle? | |
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| Lightning flu virus. I want to make sure you don't log in before I destroy your ship. | |
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| Miss Jones, your son has a flu. Be prepared for hallucinations. | |
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| Galactic Fury!!! Argh... Choke... Your ass is mine!!! | |
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