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They all are.
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Without pressure seals, the machinery won't run.
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Well, where are they?
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Guess they got lost, huh?
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Guys, you can't be frakking around with this stuff.
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The Admiral won't stand for it. The Admiral can kiss my ass.
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Hey, hey!
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Come on, Chief, you know what this is about.
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I guess when working conditions improve
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and they let Zeno out of jail, we'll be able to find those seals.
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Until then, it looks like this ship
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isn't going to be refining another drop of tylium.