What if she could never leave the giant robot and the pink haired girls not vagina started to stink like death, that would fucking suck trapped in the inside of a robot in outer space in the ether and the miasma and dead tranny smell...
Two options sacrifice a room in the space robot and then seal it up with duck tape and shower caulk or some shit and then wait for the eventual gas build up in the abdomen of the offending party in syntax and descriptor and then the eventual forced landing and the erosion of the clean body and pure spirit due to the miasma and the ether that is coming from the space microbes...
Arthur C. Clarke is a dick for raising these little shit heads this way...
And when Obama care gets either turned into a reason to where a Nazi uniform and do a 9 to 5 with a flamethrower and improvised house incendiary removal bombs, that will be a reward unto itself...
How could you drop Jesus on the mean face people...
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