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Hours (or perhaps seconds) later, at the remote orbitting space station, Hooters Orbitting Space Station...
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| Hey Creosote, what'cha workin' on? | |
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| I am experimenting with time travel. | |
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| Great Lake Tit...waitaminute...something feels weird about this, like de ja vu. I don't like it. I feel like you shouldn't press that button. | |
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| Why? All it will do is take us 10 seconds in to the past. See? | |
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