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>>589665
Is that supposed to sound like Jizzmeister? I don't think so, buddy.
>>589673
Rex sounds more like a giant robot's name, don't ya think?
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>>589743
Heh, come on stop.
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>>589800
Cut. Or Cuts. I like Cuts. Simple. I like simple.
"You are going to call me Cuts, madam?"
Yeah, but don't go cuttin' nuttin' yet. I gotta explain the situation to our A.I.
"What situation?"
Forgot already? Boy, your memory sucks.
Alright A.I., we're currently on LIFEBELT-11, a life preserver shaped civilian space station. It's in Earth space, though it's still Mars-controlled unfortunately. Cuts 'n' I are here lookin' for someone: a robotics scientist named Dr. Bapth.
Weird name, but the guy has a bounty of 4 million on his head issued by Earth. The doctor works for Mars doin' robotics stuff, and Earth don't want that no more I suppose. We ain't here for the bounty, though. We're here because this robotic lug is so glitchy, it's as if half his parts is missin'. Guy can't even remember where we are.
Cuts starts lookin' angry. "Yes, how could I forget that we were on such a stupid, unnecessary, and dangerous mission. Hacking that Mars database to find Dr. Bapth, smuggling ourselves on this cargo ship to the LIFEBELT. We could have been caught and killed already, madam, and now that we are here, we surely will. And all for nothing. I'm fit as a fiddle, madam."
Don't start with those cliche phrases, Cuts, you ain't fiddlin' nothin'.
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