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| Jeez. As hypothetical questions go that's pretty drastic. | |
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| I wish it were hypothetical. But for reasons I don't quite understand, the professor built a planet-destroying bomb. Skipper stole it, and his demands are for a menage-a-trois. | |
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| It's not every day you find out you're responsible for 3 billion deaths. But I just can't do it, too disgusting. | |
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| Actually, he's a "Ginger" guy and not a "Mary Ann" guy. So Mrs. Howell and I had to swallow about a gallon of seamans' semen. But to make a long story short, we're going to all die anyway. | |
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| Oh shit. Before agreeing to the sex, how could you not check to make sure he didn't leave the bomb with Gilligan?! | |
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