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Hey, boss.
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He's on the move. Let's go!
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You heard him. Let's go.
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So what do I call you?
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Detective.
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Well, Detective, this sure beats repairing thermal insulation tiles
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on the C.N.A. Space Station.
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I was decommissioned four years ago, as you know.
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Why am I in this car with you?
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I'm required to ride with a synthetic.
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I'm not a huge fan of that term.
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St. Christopher.