the vile thing can reach him, and draws his laser. Blasting the foul crawlon (remember???? Crawlon is Colonial for spider!!!!) into fried space dust, he goes in search of the beavers.
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Populos stultus viris indignas honores saepe dat. -Horace
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Fortuna est caeca. -Cicero
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"You know the night before was a tough one when even the sound of the fizz hurts your head." -Mike Hammer.
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