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| Captain, the alien women are lining up outside your cabin door for their regular evening of sexual frolicking. Would you like your sheets changed? | |
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| You know I don't change my sheets, but rather 'process' them. | |
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| But sir... 2 weeks of cum stains and pussy juice, I mean... it could look bad for you. | |
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| What do you mean "look bad"? It's a totally 'green' condition! Get used to it Bones! | |
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| The pussy juice becomes brood material for new strains of interstellar yeast. The cum turns crusty and Cookie uses it in his cornbread. | |
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