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| Excuse me? Ah, never mind, you must be a sleeper. I'm of the feet-ear people from the clam nebula. | |
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| We're, ah, we're working on figuring out how evolution arrived on this. | |
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| Not destroying the universe? 'Cause if I woke up looking like that, nobody would be safe. | |
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