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| Hey Stan, that was actually pretty nice. This should be a new thing. We should schedule this between breakfast and poker hour. | |
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| Really Xev? Because, well, I think this has finally proved what I've suspected all along. | |
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| Really? Because I think I've realized something new and magical as well. Something I felt deep down and didn't want to admit. I love you, Stanley Tweedle! | |
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| Uh....you were right. I'm kinda, uh, gay after all. And I want Kai. | |
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| You've got to be fucking shitting me. | |
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| I'll be in the stasis room licking Kai's cryopod erotically if you need any Kleenex or something. | |
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