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July 2, 2008


What an odd flower.

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Stacy: Surely You Saw That Coming


“What’s up?”

“Can’t find Bronsky. He was right over by that Sauromatum-type plant, and now he’s gone.”

“Of course he’s not gone, moron, we’re on the eighth moon of Venus. Just where the hell would he go?”

“I don’t know, dammit, but he was right there and now he’s not!”

“Calm down, Rogers, we’ll find him. He’s probably just off having a whiz.”

“You know, I’ve had it with this sloppy fucking operation. First we miss our landing area, then we lose comms, and now this… Are you listening to me?”

“That smell… Vanilla? Cookies!”

“Wait, don’t…”



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