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| Shit, this is something right out of the Twilight Zone... | |
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| I'm glad you've finally come to your senses, Aidyn. | |
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| Well, you see, we have plans to leave this planet, and start a Utopian Paradise. | |
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| By the Gods! You have... You have... Real ketchup! | |
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| Complete with individual condoments! And plastic forks and knives. | |
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