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24/09/2023
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NeoChomik
the old fart
Je raccroche et je réessaie.
Transcript:
Captain’s log: star date - eleventy one years is too short a time - we’ve combed the ship up and down and so far there’s no trace of Spork’s head - or even his comb. This is no way to get a head…
Let’s see: if I were a disembodied head, where would I hide?
Really RF-D2, if you’re just going to make rude remarks, don’t say anything at all.
Calling Captain Tom T. Turk: Tommy, can you hear me? Can you feel me near you? Tommy, can you see me?
Okay, that’s a little creepy.
I have had a vision of your pointy-eared friend. He has been spirited away by the dark specters I warned you of. They have taken him to a planet in the…
They’ve taken him where? Master Soybean-Mung-Corn-Okra! Master Soybean-Mung-Corn-Okra!
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