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| Thanks for letting me back in. It's pretty cold out there in the monstrous echo that is the void.. um, that is space. | |
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| Eh, not a problem. It's actually quite amazing you didn't die out there with no protective gear or spacesuit on. | |
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Enter: The Prosemaster and Nagoco!
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| Come Nagoco, the time of humans has passed. We shall over take this pitiful ship and destroy the earth! I can already feel our victory. Can't you? | |
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| Yes, my master. At last, we will make ourselves known to the humans. At last we will have revenge..... and chicken tenders. | |
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