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Charlie hurruid over to the fortress and commanded his men to fortify, just before his communicater bleeped. "Oh, great. That Always means bad news! Yes!" He said over the offshore bombardments of their ships. Sounded like they had finally taken over the coastline.
"The beauty and genius of a work of film may be reconceived, though its first material expression be destroyed; a vanished fiction may yet again inspire the screenplay-writer; but when the last individual of a race of living directors, of artists, breathes no more, another heaven and another earth must pass before such a one can be again." -William Beebe, modified in memorial of the twentieth century
Su'cuy, vod, kar'laylirdarasuum me'suum!
Star Wars: The Plastic Director's Cut!
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