You’re lucky I have an aim to update this frequently up front. But when you’re boring, I’ll be boring. Not my fault.
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Looks like Siege is trying to build up a team to go “check out” an old medical space station. Anyone with a death wish or an itch to get some part of you blown off should contact our most decent Mando. I’m sure it’ll be nothing but fixing a broken communicator.
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Bruce and Barb were chatting like little wives about their darling men. Barb now wants her very own Alfred… I’m sure there are tons of those in an emporer’s palace. No worries Princess Brahbrah, we’ll find you a manservant to draw your bubble baths. Now go and investigate who that Doctor in a Phone Box came from. I’m sure he’s totally sane and the new Stark-Wayne baby is as safe as can be.
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Have you met Rebecca’s cat Neka? You should! Dawwww.
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Has anyone seen the Chittermyrr? I need an ego boost. Is it sad that the only love I get is from something the size of a volleyball?
-S
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