| Bob tries to close the deal on the palace |
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 | May god bless this rocket and all who enter this rocket and may heaven open it's gates to this good rocket and allow safe passage for myself and the great men who you created in your devine image... | |
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| and may all the goodness of Jesus Christ go with the brave souls of the enterprise in search of a new land for the children of the lord from the dying planet of which you created... | |
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| Don't I look like Ross from friends? | |
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| You're an idiot! | |
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