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| Mesus and Bad One were sunning themselves on the deck... when they started to notice something. |
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| Leeches -- remnants of their trek through capitalism swamp. They were getting bigger. There was even one on Bad One's tail. They were stereotypes, the spawn of Television, the momma leech. Mesus tried to pull them off, but they just stretched. Stereotypes are not easily destroyed. |
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| Remembering the snakes of ignorance, Bad One took a closer look with his magnifying glass. Under scrutiny, the stereotypes started to smoke and smolder... then burst into flames. "Hooray!" |
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| But something else happened, too! Their ship caught fire. "HELP." "What'll we do now!?!" |
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