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Yes, God, sir.
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Not anymore.
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From now on, your name is "Hot Dog."
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And when God speaks, Hot Dog,
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you listen.
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Maybe if you had learned that at the Academy,
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you wouldn't have washed out.
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Sit up!
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Viper 791 Galactica,
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you are cleared for approach.
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Speed 175 port bay, hands on approach...
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checkers green. Call the ball.