|: Favorite, and I'll send a short starter quick smart.

"CUNTS."

|: Not here. Ames

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"One word. Space. Add another word, and it becomes even cooler. Space, /motherfucker/."

"Am I cool or am I cool--" Beep, beep, beep. That's the sound of the aircon breaking. Again.

"UuuuUUUGGHHH, I JUST HAD THAT FIXED."

|: Season 3, Rick and Wart, whooOOOO YEAH BABY

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Watch out, she's on the intercom of her tiny spacecraft, reaching out to open networks. "Howdy, pardners. This is your resident alien."

"My, my, my, what a disgusting looking planet you live on. If you can hear me, that is."

"For heeere I am, sitting in a tin can. Faaaar above the wooorld."

Intercom; on, broadcasting to all frequencies.

For a habitual smoker, she's got an okay voice.

"Planet Earth is blue, and there's nothing I can do. . . Damn, I miss Earth. Model twenty four. Or was it thirty two?"

|; DMs open for plotting. Hmu.

"Beep boop."

Intercom's on. Broadcasting to all frequencies near.

In case no one saw (it's not like anyone cares anyway), this is it folks. It's been a good run.