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Baxter tires of taking the Metro on Earth, and has a personal conference with his supervisor...
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| Don't get me wrong, God, I like doing kewl things for mortals and all... | |
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Who, being quite omnipotent, has forseen this very question...
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| ...but when am I going to get my wings? | |
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| I've been over this with the staff at least 30 times this week...we're a bit over budget for the time being. Try and practice a bit of patience. | |
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...and bluffs, knowing of Baxter's severe reactions to extreme temperatures.
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| Oh okay, well, if you say so... | |
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| Look, Baxter, if you don't like the benefits, you can always try putting in an application downstairs... | |
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