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Don't tell me, I'll guess.
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The ship's gonna blow up!
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No, damn!
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Done that one. So it's gotta be someone else.
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Someone... Me!
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But, of course, me! I'm gonna explode! God!
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God is gonna make me spontaneously combust into a great big ball of flame,
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and then the whole crew of Galactica can celebrate on ambrosia.
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Get really drunk.
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Okay. Enough, I can't do this anymore.
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You're right. Game's over you win.
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I win?