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 | I'm Tug Takeoff, SPACE COP! And you're under arrest for causing the sun to go nova! | |
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| Yo! I be Gerald Jenkins! Star of my own set of comics, can you dig it? | |
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| You can't play the celebrity card here, criminal! I'm running you in! | |
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| Check it, fuzz. I know some fine-ass ladies from Centauri Alpha 9 that like to party with men in uniform and they gots 3 coochies each. You in? | |
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| Bribes will get you nowhere, miscreant! Now turn around so I can cuff you! | |
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| Whoa! You're jumpin' the gun there, son! The girls won't like it if we get started before they do! Boo-ya! | |
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