| Probability | Text |
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| 89% | This is P. Rose, a space soldier from the planet of your galaxy. I fully realize our language differences. However, I also know you finally have perfected the digital literature. Or as you on Earth call it, the language you do. So you can now understand that which I speak. Since the beginning of your time, we have been far beyond your planet. It has taken you centuries to even grasp what we developed eons of your years ago. Do you still believe it impossible we exist? You didn't actually think you were the only inhabited planet in the universe. How can any race be so stupid? Permit me to set your mind at ease. You don't have to conquer your planet. Only save it. We could have destroyed it long ago if that had been our aim. Our principal purpose is friendly. I admit we had to take certain means, but you might refer to us as coming. But that is because of your big guns which have destroyed some of our representatives. If you persist in denying us all our language, then we must only accept that you do not want us on friendly terms. We then have no alternative but to destroy you before you destroy us. | ▶️ |
| 89% | What the fuck is this? You know what? It doesn't really fuck up this time! | ▶️ |
| 83% | just what the time fine fun is d that you to do on day yeah | ▶️ |
| 87% | Anybody wanna waste some time? The answer says that this is the time we should do it now. She's gonna put a bullet in her blood. This body has lost three kids, and has got some unbelievable shit. Right? Okay, Mary, we get this idea. How is it? I forget a piece of this stuff. We can cut it up and dump one of my new problems. Then we give us a pair of pure, retired, pure, dead leaves. We're back to this. Let's give it up for our master, the audience is trying to push it. What's the catch? | ▶️ |
