Commander Bob:
So. The feathered rat has come. Come to finish us off.

Lincoln:
Hmmm? What is this?

Commander Bob:
Ready your weapon, Johnson. We shall show it that aliens are not afraid to die.

Cawdingbird:
CA-CAAAAAAW?

Commander Bob:
FIRE!!! FIRE YOUR LASERS! FIRE LIKE YOU ARE AN ATOM RIPPING APART THE BLACK HOLE OF REALITY!

Lincoln:
Oh my! Fireworks?

Commander Bob:
LASER THE FEATHERED RAT UNTIL IT IS NO MORE!

Lincoln:
You didn't have to prepare such celebrations for us!

Commander Bob:
OUR MOTHER PLANET HAS JUDGED YOU AND FOUND YOU WANTING, BEAST. AHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Lincoln:
Cawdingbird and I will accept your gracious festivities in our honor. You're welcome.

Commander Bob:
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Lincoln:
I believe I have caught all possible Codingmon in this area, however. So it is time for me to go.

Commander Bob:
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