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| What can I get you, space sir? | |
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| Why, I think I'll have a Space McRib Sandwich before heading back to my SpaceShip and going to Neptune. | |
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And so, the brave SpaceMan consumed his McRib Sandwich which, in ghostly form, began to take possession of his insides.
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| GRRARRR!! I am made of SpaceFat and SpaceCalories and I will devour your bowels!!! | |
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