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| Veronica, my sweet, I'm glad that I spent my last moments on earth making love to you. | |
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| Actually, we still have 19 minutes and 56 seconds until the missile hits, Captain Quickie. | |
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| Oh... What should we do now? | |
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| Maybe you should use that time-travel device that we stole from Dr. Kaufman's kidnapped scientist so you can go back in time and stop the missile from being launched. Just a thought... | |
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| Hmmm... This looks familiar... | |
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| Hey there, sugar. You new here? | |
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