902 - The Phantom Planet
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And she's horrified back into muteness
You harm a single one of God's precious creatures and so help me I'll kill you.
Congratulations, Mrs. Astronaut, it's a boy-boy-boy... Wake up, Frank, you wet the bed-bed-bed... Frank, you'll have to take third grade again-gan-gan-gan... Frank, this is Northwest Collection Agency, do you value your credit rating-ating-ating...? I'm afraid you're not 7-Eleven timbre, Frank-rank-rank... Frank, you're the worst party clown we ever had-had-had...
So, you can just take a sharp left in space.
Makes you feel real huge and significant doesn't it?