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Happy birthday. Now get back to talking to the ship or whatever the hell it is you do with her.
Don't think I don't know how she got pregnant.
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Okay.
The peacekeepers impregnated Moya with the intent of creating a leviathan warship hybrid....
Jealous of what? Him, me, or the small town? Or the fact that I was sodomizing the pastor's son on the down low?
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Happy Birthday, Pilot. May leather clad men give you all the spankings you deserve.
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Thanks man.