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Is that... SPACE TURKEY?!
FTL system check, diagnostic functions within parameters repeats the harlequin the agony exquisite, the colors run the path of ashes, neuronal network run fifty-two percent of heat exchanger cross-collateralized with hyper-dimensional matrix, upper senses, repair ordered relay to zero zero zero zero.
Nothing is so firmly believed as that which we least know.
You know, sometimes I think you got icewater in those veins and other times I think you're just a naive little schoolteacher. I've sent men on suicide missions in two different wars now, and let me tell you something: it don't make a godsdamn bit of difference whether they're riding in a Viper or walking out onto a parade ground. In the end, they're just as dead. So take your piety and your moralizing and your high-minded principles and stick 'em someplace safe until you're off this rock and sitting in your nice comfy chair on Colonial One again. I've got a war to fight.
Keep living life like there's no tomorrow and you'll eventually be right.
Extremism in defense of liberty is no vice.
You're more dangerous than any whip.
I'd rather regret the things I've done than the things I haven't done.
You get used to your irrelevance. Read Lovecraft. It helps.
More gibberish biltrivnik ner plin ferds, you're quontstipilish trying nomonomo wertsishi my zozlik zibbidik dik fucking patience, Gurgeh.
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