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| Hey, Buzz. How do we get out of here? Our ship sunk and the plane crashed into Mount Shitlips. | |
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| Holy Shit, that's bad. You don't wanna leave in the FORD SHITZAR. It's......well, shit! | |
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| Well, Anna. We aren't gonna get out of here alive. | |
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| What will make it hard enough to die? | |
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| All this time, you've been talking to yourself because I don't exist! The only weird dude is Buzz Shiteyear! | |
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| Great! So I've married thin fucking air! | |
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