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An uneasy truce leads to danger!...
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| March, Bitch! I don't have all day! | |
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| OK... geez. You could try not jamming that gun into my spine every two steps. I SAID you could be captain! | |
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| Wait... I thought you ran out of fuel. | |
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| Ohhh... yeah! Let me run under the ship and get some more from the... um... intergalactic... um... fuel storage shed.... which I assure you is not a weapons cache. | |
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...And somewhere in the ship's cargo hold...
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| Haha.. I knew I had one of these left!! This is my Boom Stick!!! Hail to the King Baby! (Ye G-d! I f*cking love WMDs!) | |
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