"The TROOP of HIGHly poTEntially exPLOsive TECHno-orGANIc CONstructs?" the Supreme Programmar shrieked.
"Yes, Your Lardness."
"Two Big Furry MONsters?"
"Of course ,Your Rotundity."
"Those deLIGHTful little cosmic-irRADiated fiery PLAYthings from the Earth-457 Torchworld?"
"Yes, Your Spinelessness. Everything we can reliably send away from our
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