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| Hey Dad! Can we go to Mercury for holiday this year? | |
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| No, my Son. I went there before, eight billion aeons ago. Too hot and the food was shit. | |
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| No, my son. Pluto is too cold, and besides, the women there are as unclean as the whores of Gomorrrah. | |
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| Fuck THAT, son! I knocked your mum up there two thousands years ago and they're STILL talking about it! | |
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