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| Watch your mouth, Martian Invasion Ship, or you're going to find yourself floating home. |
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| You like me because I'm a wardrobe. There aren't enough kebabs in your life. |
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| I can't help it! My orders are to make all the Rabbis explode and take over the Shire. |
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