The Tele-Pusher
B: What in this galaxy is that? I want out of this sci-fi mess! *: Ah, Mr. B, juggle our stolen coins off its tentacles, we'll talk escape pod then... — Why me? — Only you can steal with a grin! Now, off you go! Ah-oh... — Anyone?... Worse than last year's office party! Hey, give our goods back...
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