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| Right puny human, I am Zaftolborz Commandant LR88D, and I am put in charge of, shall we say, "modifying" this sector. First task, you must plant these lovely Fleeglesnork trees throughout the sector. | |
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| That stuff twern't grow here... | |
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| FOOL!! We already KNOW what will and will not grow on your disgusting MAN-SOIL! Plant away! | |
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| I dunno if'n the folks are gonna take too kindly to this... | |
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| CURSES!! Stop questioning my orders! Perhaps on Earth these "trailer parks" are regarded as the ultimate refinement of sophistication, but we care NOT! ALL WILL SERVE US!! | |
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| Hey, Bobby-Jo, the cop wants us to do something with trees. Were you out streewalkin' agin last night?? | |
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