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.o0O(I could snap Jim's neck like a twig, but that would be illogical. Satisfying, but illogical.) | "Spock's gone into Pon Farr! RUN!!!!" |
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"You're soaking in it." | "Like the song? It's a little something my ancestor John Tesh composed hundreds of years ago." |
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"Just thank God you're not wearing a red shirt, buddy." | "Chicken-tuna sandwiches... (*sob*) Just like MOM used to make!" |
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Whoa! The Scarlet Pimpernel needs to cut back on the fatty foods. | "Think anyone will notice that we're on some seriously heavy drugs?" |
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"Mister, is this really 'Survivor'?" "One more crack like that and I'll vote you off the diving board, baby." | "Get your Haim-hock away from me, you freak!" |
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