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| You were right, Mr. Spock! By introducing simple helium into the air, we have stopped the spread of the Xylorin fungus. | |
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| It was the most logical solution, Captain. | |
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| Indeed. Mr. Spock, you and Ensign Crum see to it that the process is completed. Beam me up, Scotty. | |
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| Affirmative, Captain. I estimate our return at two hours and seventeen minutes. | |
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| Allright, maggot! Let's move it out, you worthless pile of shit. I see any grab-assing, I will gouge out your eyes and skull-fuck you! Is that clear, sweetheart? | |
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