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Inara: "As advertised -- lots of needles and cold exam tables. I heard you
had some excitement."
Mal: "Oh, nothin' much -- lotsa runnin' round, little gunplay...couple
needles."
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This message was written with vi! (not that anyone in the world cares)
-- seen on an old message from an anon.penet.fi address
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Go 'way! You're bothering me!
😭
Custer committed Siouxicide.
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Adam West: [after hearing Peter, Joe, Quagmire, and Cleveland singing Journey's "Don't Stop Believing"] I love this song! And I love it more when amateurs sing the lyrics! But I hate baseball cards.
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... relaxed in the manner of a man who has no need to put up a front of
any kind.
-- John Ball, "Mark One: the Dummy"
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Living in the complex world of the future is somewhat like having bees
live in your head. But, there they are.
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