Rockhound

God, I hate knowing everything.

— Get off... the nuclear... warhead.
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— Just wanted to feel the power between my legs, brother.

— What's up, Harry? Did NASA find oil on Uranus, man?
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— The United States government just asked us to save the world. Anybody wanna say no?
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— l don't mean to be the materialistic weasel of this group, but... you think we'll get hazard pay out of this?

— But it's gonna make you queasy, so prepare yourself.
— Well, it's about time. l haven't thrown up in about an hour.

— Harry, this is illegal, man.
— l'm temporarily insane, Rock. lt's all right.