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your void tube of UHF oblivion!! SAFEWAY of the mind ...
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* Twilight1 will have to hang his Mozilla beanie dinosaur in effigy if
Netscape sells-out to Alot Of Losers..
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He [Vimes]'d never felt really at home with swords, but a cleaver was a different matter. A cleaver had weight. It had purpose. A sword might have a certain nobility about it, unless it was the one belonging for example to Nobby, which relied on rust to hold it together, but what a cleaver had was a tremendous ability to cut things up.
(Guards! Guards!)
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After living in New York, you trust nobody, but you believe everything.
Just in case.
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Zoe: "She's tore up plenty. But she'll fly true."
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Mal: "We may experience some slight turbulence and then... explode."
Jayne (whining): "Explode? I don't wanna explode!"
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