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| Greetings, padre. I am Cosmic, emissary of the moon people. | |
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| In space, there is no sound. | |
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| I will take you to our leader, Shinedog. | |
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| The Americans were never on the moon. That flag is up here because, in a freak coincidence, our flag is identical to theirs. Our should I say yours? | |
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