Page 33: You *gotta* like Lorne Green, it's, like, the law.
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Commander I've examined these breasts and they are perfect. |
"I'll pull my car in as soon as that banner loads. . . . . . . .yup . . . . . . . . . ok then, oh no wait . . . . . . . ." |
*gulp* "Okay, my child, you are forgiven. You may go." |
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Ensign Lookbusy, report to the bridge. |
What do you mean Babs is advertising for Boston Market? |
Doctor, you're a genius! Now we can simply GROW artificial flowers! |
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They're aboard the Battlestar Martha Stewart |
"We've got to get out of here, Calgon could be here any minute." |
"Ah Mr. Steed? My tongue is stuck in your zipper." |
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"Wecome to the house of random things!" |
They plan to poke the ship's eye out |
Well yes, I am the Supreme High Imperial Vice Commander Emeritus, but you can call me Sexy-buns |
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''I am TOO God! Look at the outfit!' |
***Insert A-Team and/or ...OF THE FUTURE joke here*** |
*gaaaak**kaaaaak**grrrruk* "Hairball." |