Placeholder: What the hell, lady? I was about to close. Aw, did I step on your little sales pitch? What are you even, some kind of space archaeologist? Independent space archaeologist. That first part's important, since you know, I'm free to do whatever I want, unlike some ensigns around here. ( scoffs ) All right, fine. Whatever. Uh, Star fleet. Get your Star fleet. Prepare yourself for Warp 10 excitement. Discover the undiscovered country. How often do you get to collect dilithium? Oh, all the time, tons o What the hell, lady? I was about to close. Aw, did I step on your little sales pitch? What are you even, some kind of space archaeologist? Independent space archaeologist. That first part's important, since you know, I'm free to do whatever I want, unlike some ensigns around here. ( scoffs ) All right, fine. Whatever. Uh, Star fleet. Get your Star fleet. Prepare yourself for Warp 10 excitement. Discover the undiscovered country. How often do you get to collect dilithium? Oh, all the time, tons o

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What the hell, lady? I was about to close. Aw, did I step on your little sales pitch? What are you even, some kind of space archaeologist? Independent space archaeologist. That first part's important, since you know, I'm free to do whatever I want, unlike some ensigns around here. ( scoffs ) All right, fine. Whatever. Uh, Star fleet. Get your Star fleet. Prepare yourself for Warp 10 excitement. Discover the undiscovered country. How often do you get to collect dilithium? Oh, all the time, tons o

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What the hell, lady? I was about to close. Aw, did I step on your little sales pitch? What are you even, some kind of space archaeologist? Independent space archaeologist. That first part's important, since you know, I'm free to do whatever I want, unlike some ensigns around here. ( scoffs ) All right, fine. Whatever. Uh, Star fleet. Get your Star fleet. Prepare yourself for Warp 10 excitement. Discover the undiscovered country. How often do you get to collect dilithium? Oh, all the time, tons o
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