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| Curses! Of the people to be trapped floating through space with, it has to be you, the quintessential redheaded stepchild. | |
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| You're not my real daddy! | |
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| Damn right I'm not. I'd never have touched your mother if I'd known she'd spawned a sub-human wastrel like you. | |
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| That's it- I'm telling mom. | |
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| Um, newsflash moron-boy. We're trapped in space. I can say whatever I like. There's no way your mother or her cro-magnon of an ex-husband can hear us. | |
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| Mom! Your boyfriend's being mean again! | |
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