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| I was looking at the moon, thinking about us, then suddenly, it hit me in the eye like a big pizza pie... | |
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| Oh, baby I LOVE that Sinatra song! So you're trying to say that you love me? | |
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| No. There's a fecking great moonrock lodged in my retina! And...aw Gawd! This feels like an anchovy! | |
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| I'll phone for an optomoetrist, an exogeologist, a chef, and a genital burns specialist. You'll need him last, after I'm done... | |
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