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| Our gadgets are so cool - eat your hearts out, Bond... and especially the 100 and one sci-fi franchises wannabees on our tail! | |
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| Aye, Captain... the Federation did supply us with the goods - didn't they. But... my weapon is jammed... I can't seem to... | |
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| You know... your red shirt is really too much... looks like you got ketchup all over... or blood spilled all over yo... urkkkkkk* | |
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| OH-MY-GOD OH-MY-GOD OH-MY-GOD OH-MY-GOD OH-MY-GOD OH-MY-GOD OH-MY-GOD OH-MY-GOD | |
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| UGH! Hmm... where is the Captain? Or have recasting and relaunch plans already caught up with him...? | |
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| I... I guess so! He ssssure left in a h-h-hurry t-t-there! Does my red shirt make you think of... blood spilt too, by any chance, Chief Ensign...? | |
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