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| Lur-ed, Crapton has started to heave and convulse. Planetary flatulence is in the air. It is time to send Cal to Earth! | |
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| Just Cal? What about us, Dam-ed? Surely our baby will need his parents. | |
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| Well, you see, Lur-ed, I thought it would be romantic for us to die together as the planet exploded. So I didn't make the rocket big enough for us. | |
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| Now I know why mother didn't want me to marry you! You're a damned fool! | |
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| Bye bye my little poo poo! I hope you grow up to have more brains than your good-for-nothing daddy! | |
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