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| I think I just took a shit in this spacesuit. | |
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| Why the fuck are you wearing that? Were in Kansas! | |
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| Just in case a tornado picks me up and carries me ... WHOOOAAAA! ... to the moon. | |
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| Earthling, you landed on top of our second most wicked witch. You know what you must do now, don't you? | |
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| Um...find the FIRST most wicked witch, and kill her? | |
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| No...you must prepare to die. The oxygen supply in that spacesuit won't last forever, you know. | |
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