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| Oh God this is a disaster! Must inform Government | |
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| Soldier, none should escape or else there will be calamity! The end of the human race. | |
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| Far off in Island Y the mysterious consignment shows signs of quite a different life |
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| So the experiments work Mr. woof woof | |
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| Yes soon we woof woof clones will take over the world. WOOF WOOF WOOF | |
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