A: Service With A Smile

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Kathy: Dang it— I forgot to ask Lieutenant Nastypants if she had any chasteberry extract...
Fred: It's been some time since... well, I don't think it's a problem anymore.

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Lucius: Coffee, Miss Sandy—?
Timo: I packed you a lunch, Miss Sandy!
Koz: Would you like some beefcake, Miss Sandy?
Fred: Or maybe it is...?

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B: Getting His Rocks Off

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Sandy: So— you guys got any hobbies?
Koz: I like rocks!

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Sandy: Oh— are you an amateur geologist, then?
Koz: Naw. I just like rocks.

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Koz: They're good for hittin' people with!

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C: Don't Encourage Him!

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Kathy: How about you, Uri? What do you do for fun?
Uri: Well... I write stories.

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Kathy: Oh? I'm a writer, too! What sort of stuff do you write about?
Uri: Right now, I'm writing a fan-fiction bacsed on a comic strip called "Freefall"... want to hear the plot?
Kathy: Sure! It'll help pass the time!

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D: Throwing Rocks At The Wall Of Text

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Caption: TWO HOURS LATER—
Uri: ...and after she was accidentally thawed from coldsleep, Donna had to escape the technicians who wanted to kill her in order to cover up their mistake, so she dove into the spaceport V.I.P. lounge, where who should she encounter but the very scientist who had hired her to be his lab assistant, who was on his way with his scrappy robot companion to meet her at the satellite station which was supposed to be her original destination before she was hijacked by the nefarious company vice-president who wants to seize control of the doctor's patents on the breakthrough technology that Donna would be working on if she can reach the research facility...
Koz: Can I hit him with a rock, now?

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E: She's No Dope!

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Uri: —Now, in Chapter Two—
Everyone: AAAUGH!
Murphy (thinking): And peepul say I'm stoopid...