Leave that to me. Send a distress signal, and inform the Senate that all on board were killed. Look, I ain’t in this for your revolution, and I’m not in it for you, Princess. I expect to be well paid. I’m in it for the money. What?! What?!
The other day the grass was brown, now it’s green because I ain’t give up. Never surrender. The ladies always say Khaled you smell good, I use no cologne. Cocoa butter is the key. Give thanks to the most high. I’m up to something. Major key, don’t fall for the trap, stay focused. It’s the ones closest to you that want to see you fail. Lion! Cloth talk.
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