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| Praise the Ginger and sporty Clock radio! |
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| Father Patterson, our ships have completed their scan of the area and found nothing. If the Painful Disease went into light-speed, it'll be on the other side of the Hoth system by now. |
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| Alert all walkmans. Deploy the fleet. |
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