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| Away team ready...to be beamed down...to the planet...Scotty. | |
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| Damnit Jim, you know I hate transporting! Atoms and Molecules being scattered... | |
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| Captain to Enterprise, we've successfully... MY GOD BONES... Theeeeeere's...a dead man leaned up against...that wall! | |
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| ...into millions of... Damnit, now I have to walk over there and check to see if the person is alive. | |
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| Damnit, why don't these dead bodies ever have a pulse. Why am I even bothering to check. To hell with it! "HE'S DEAD JIM!" | |
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