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| What do we do now, Cutea? I can't kill the boy, but if I let him turn back into Kapitän Übel, he will kill me. We'll have to flee to the planet Venus. | |
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| But, Daddy, Venus is uninhabitable. We would burn up in its atmosphere before touching the ground. | |
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| But don't you come from Venus? Isn't that where all women come from? | |
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| Daddy, surely you know where babies come from. | |
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| All I know is that your mother brought you back after a ten month vaction. I assumed she had gone to Venus and back. | |
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| Ten months? Do you know if she went on this vacation with anyone else? | |
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