| Yeah, then the bitch said, «Use a condom.» |
| And I said, «Baby, there’s like 10
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| people left in existence, fuck does it matter?»
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| You didn’t say that…
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| Man, yes I did!
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| No, you didn’t…
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| I’m a grown ass man, what? |
| I’ma lie to you? |
| I’ma lie?
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| Alright, maybe I just thought it—but damn, she was just so butt naked!
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| I’d wrap her up with a trash bag just to get in it, you know what I’m saying?
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| Guys, we seem to be approaching another ship…
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| What?
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| Impossible!
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| How far?
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| 32 kilometers…
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| Shit… HQ this is pilot Quentin Thomas, accompanied by my first man in charge
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| of infantry William Kai of the Aquarius 3, come in, over…
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| HQ here. |
| What is it, Thomas?
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| My program has just informed me and my partner of another ship that’s now 31
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| kilometers out…
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| Did you just say another ship?
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| Yeah, that’s what he said!
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| Another fuckin' ship in the middle of space, man!
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| I’ve gathered information from the ship’s motherboard…
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| Engage the ship!
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| What?!
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| Copy!
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| I’m receiving audio embedded in the ship’s distress signal…
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| Man—
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| Why white people always gotta go investigating shit, man?!
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| Shut up Kai—Thalia, play that message!
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| You got it…
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| This is Captain Christopher Smith of the Aquarius 1—the year is 2093—time
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| unknown. |
| The entire crew is dead, and I fear these are my last hours.
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| Whatever you do, do not come knocking—
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| Aw, hell nah—we gotta get the fuck outta here man!
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| HQ, engagement is a no go!
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| Permission of the Aquarius 3 to push through to Paradise?
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| Permission granted!
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| Man, thank God! |