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Mommy, is this dinner?
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Yes, sweetheart.
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Water here tastes funny.
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It's jet fuel, young lady.
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He's joking.
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I wish. Desal has trouble filtering it out.
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Probably because there's too many people on this ship.
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Everybody wake up.
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We're on approach to Camp Humphreys.
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Most of the base is dark,
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and no one is manning the tower.
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We're running on fumes, so there's really no choice,