aliens stole my wallet

...Mulder, I need you!!!

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Wednesday, June 01, 2005
 
[singing] I'm gonna be rich, rich, rich I'm gonna be rich, rich, rich I'm gonna be the richest flea in the land, ka-ching! The streets will be paved with golden retrievers...

Bring back life form. Priority One. All other priorities rescinded.

Well, I don't know what they are, I never saw them before. They looked like great big seed pods.

This is exactly what the nerds want...

I like sub commanders. They have no time for bullshit, and neither do I.

How would we have, like, just... made a campsite in the middle of three piles of rocks, just by coincidence?

The last thing I need is another picture of me looking like a porcelain doll.

Just take a minute, take those little sticks out of your head, clean out your ears, and you'll see that I'm a person with feelings, and all I wanna do is do what *I* wanna do and not listen to you! And the only way I'd ever let you have my bag is if you pried it from my dead, lifeless fingers, okay? If you can get it from my kung-fu grip then you can have it, okay? Otherwise, step off, bitch.

Get off... the nuclear... warhead.