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Continued from: http://www.stripcreator.com/comics/r2_d2/224032 Xenu and Mark attempt to find the fake, key-containing stone which will grant them access to Area 51.
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| Jez-zus! Stop being such a freaking pu$$y about EVERYTHING! Just because I set up a decoy and leave you in the middle of a minefield with attack dogs doesn't mean you're at any greater risk than me! | |
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| The hell it doesn't! I'm not hunting for any f#cking plastic rock or creating any f#cking diversion to cover your ass! Make me a decoy or I'll shiv you! | |
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| WOAH! No reason to get violent here. We're pals, right? (nervous laughter) Lemme see here... I might have a decoy that suits you. Would it make you happy if I found a decoy for you? (gulp!) | |
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| Damn skippy! Now cough up the decoy and let's get to stealing some impounded government property! | |
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| Hey sugar-laden tea additive! Why don't (*click*) we go back to my (*whirl*) locale of residency and generate (*buzz*) sweet, sweet procreation. Baby got pronounced gluteus (*beep*) maximus! | |
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| Um... hello? I'm not really a decoy; I'm an angel. Any chance you saw an American speaking German and wearing a British shirt while trying to pick up an French supermodel? I kinda lost one recently. | |
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