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 | Stardate 8.15.24. My spaceship has crash landed on a mysterious lunar satelite. I have tested the atmosphere and found it breathable and non-toxic. I have sent an away team consisting of myself out on to the surface to investigate. | |
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| Hmmm... nothing over here. I sure hope there are no hot sexy alien females on this lunar satelite. The sheer unlikelyhood of encountering intelligent, erotic life on another astral body would practically force us to attempt reproduction. | |
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| Hi, I'm Bill Perkins, intelligent, erotic life. Wow, it sure is crazy running into you here. | |
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| Mother f#*ker... | |
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