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Dr Quickly: SCIENCE, WHY HAVE YOU FAILED ME!?
Ranger-Archaelogist: An impact crater that size means the object must have been about the size of a doctor... The cure lies in there, boys!
Rabish: Travelling in these space bubbles is enormously tedious!
Rabid: Beats walking!
[[In a holy shrine, a sign reads "NO SOLICITING". Dr Quickly's jewel-adorned skull rests on a dais.]]
Dr Quickly: Return? But they worship me as a GOD!!
Rabid: You, uh, need modern medical assistance.
Rabish: You look pretty rough. But sparkly!
[[On a television show: "TALK SHOW DAYTIME PABULUM LIVE!"]]
Dr Quickly: ... and that's my secret alien ancient self-help strategy!
Host: Wow, that's so great!
[[Rabid reads a book: "SCIENCE CAN GO STUFF IT! Dr Quickly's guide to self-actualization"]]
Rabid: You know, he makes some pretty good points.
Rabish: Not you too!!