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You just like the 4 boobed Torians.
          
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Kill them? Why noooo. They make better uhhh "Guest Workers" And we do have an extensive alien section of the Galactic Mustang Ranch at your service.
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I guess now that you no longer work for the ranch as a bouncer, you can cohort.
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Oh Come now Wombie, Don't tell me you're scared of cute little Tasmanian Devil.   
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| Well, I probably do have a wombat costume lying around the secret lair somewhere in case I ever need that disguise, but it wasn't me. At least this time it wasn't... |
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Hmmm. The great Spymaster has no need of such paltry disguises...for an intel op, at any rate. Any other uses he may have for such a costume are perhaps best left unmentioned. 
  
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| Hmmm. The great Spymaster has no need of such paltry disguises...for an intel op, at any rate. Any other uses he may have for such a costume are perhaps best left unmentioned |
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Our Spymaster is a master of disguise. He could even be disguised as your boss.
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See! I TOLD you that wasn't me in that photo of...er...um...never mind...
 
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Official Mrs Wombat Response: If you think I believe it was Gerakken with that Young female wombat, I've got prime wombat forest to sell you in Tasmania!!!
Pontius sneeks out of the bar as Mrs Wombat walks in and picks up the broom. Well uh gotta go old buddy thanks for the beers...Have a round on me. Cheerio!!!.
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The Next Day, on SF TV, Wombie is at the Podium. "Well Dan, that depends on your definition of "Is" there doesnn't it?" Bamm!!! I did not have relations with that Wombat, Mrs Wombinski....
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Wow Hey!! I got #333. Wooohooo
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Well G'nite. Been a nice Presidents' day. Back to the old grind tomorrow.
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| I did not have relations with that Wombat, Mrs Wombinski.... |
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Here's a headline. Pontius actually completes a game. LMAO. Of course I'll have to work feverishly to make that one come about.
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G.R.O.S.S.ers! An announcement in case I've overlooked something (which is happening a lot lately): We're teamed with Special Forces and Jedi Republic for the March tournament. Strong allies, eh?
from Wild Wombat:
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How about... Unholy Alliance!!! "We'll save your homeworld and steal your booze all in one day!"
Or... The Good, the Bad and the Ugly!!! "GBU" for short.
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Or send them down to the Special Forces Tavern for the sheep farmers - a change is as good as a rest, and it would probably scare the sh*t out of the aliens....
Alex
   
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| We got our first competitor in the Clone Wars:FOTR + Diplos + Guardians |
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We'll thrash em!!!
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Ok Boys, Sharpen up those Swords. We're gonna have to prove our Metal once again!!!!!! TO BATTLE!!!!!
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Wow. Tortuga is quiet tonight. Must be a cleanliness inspection at the bars and brothels. HEHE.
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Nah - they all seem to be flogging fermented milk products tonight
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