[a clatter, a crash: something thrown. Distant] The hell with this. There's no answers here!!
[WHAM. Journal, open! Louder, clearer.] I'm hiring a ship. No-one wants to rent me, I'm taking one. It's time to get our asses off this rock and find some new ground. Anyone with me
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I wanna go, too.
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We'd sure as hell be glad to have you around, Impulse.
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Depends how fast we can throw it all together - don't wanna miss anything important. Meet us at the docks when you're ready, yeah? We won't leave without you.
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