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"This wacky moon tree will provide excellent cover!"
"RAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRR"
"Dear God, NO! My spleen! Oh, my spleen!"
"Nyarharhar! Those Space-Dweebs don't stand a chance!"
"Don't worry, Gold Leader! I'll get you back to the Launch Pad ASAP!" "Thanks, Pal!" |
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