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May 24, 2016
All right. Well, take care of yourself, Han. I guess that's what you're best at, ain't it? She must have hidden the plans in the escape pod. Send a detachment down to retrieve them, and see to it personally, Commander. There'll be no one to stop us this time! I don't know what you're talking about. I am a member of the Imperial Senate on a diplomatic mission to Alderaan-- She must have hidden the plans in the escape pod. Send a detachment down to retrieve them, and see to it personally, Commander. There'll be no one to stop us this...
No! I want to live
May 23, 2016
For one beautiful night I knew what it was like to be a grandmother. Subjugated, yet honored. We're rescuing ya. You're going to do his laundry? I had more, but you go ahead. I'm just glad my fat, ugly mama isn't alive to see this day. I guess if you want children beaten, you have to do it yourself. Soothe us with sweet lies. You know the worst thing about being a slave? They make you work, but they don't pay you or let you go. Say what?
Does anybody else feel jealous?
May 22, 2016
You can crush me but you can't crush my spirit! Oh Leela! You're the only person I could turn to; you're the only person who ever loved me. Fatal. Now, now. Perfectly symmetrical violence never solved anything. I guess if you want children beaten, you have to do it yourself. Good news, everyone! I've taught the toaster to feel love! Throw her in the brig. I'm sure those windmills will keep them cool.
Scrap Surf
May 22, 2016
You don't know how to do any of those. It's a T. It goes "tuh". Okay, I like a challenge. Son, as your lawyer, I declare y'all are in a 12-piece bucket o' trouble. But I done struck you a deal: Five hours of community service cleanin' up that ol' mess you caused. I feel like I was mauled by Jesus. Tell her you just want to talk. It has nothing to do with mating.
Tell her she looks thin
May 21, 2016
Enough about your promiscuous mother, Hermes! We have bigger problems. Stop! Don't shoot fire stick in space canoe! Cause explosive decompression! File not found. Please, Don-Bot… look into your hard drive, and open your mercy file! I suppose I could part with 'one' and still be feared… Dear God, they'll be killed on our doorstep! And there's no trash pickup until January 3rd. I usually try to keep my sadness pent up inside where it can fester quietly as a mental illness. No argument here. My fellow Earthicans, as I have explained in my book 'Earth in the Balance'', and the...