| Probability | Text |
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| 89% | This is the 1974! Oh my God! Oh my | ▶️ |
| 87% | Oh my god, this is it? Yeah, it sucks. | ▶️ |
| 93% | The beginning is a very delicate time. Know then that it is the year 10,191. The known universe is ruled by the Patishaw Emperor Shaddam IV, my father. In this time, the most precious substance in the universe is the Spice Melange. The Spice extends life. The Spice expands consciousness. The Spice is vital to space travel. The Spacing Guild and its navigators, whom the Spice has mutated over 4000 years, use the orange spice gas, which gives them the ability to fold space. That is, travel to any part of the universe without moving. Oh yes, I forgot to tell you. The Spice exists on only one planet in the entire universe. A desolate, dry planet with vast deserts. Hidden away within the rocks of these deserts are a people known as the Fremen, who have long held a prophecy that a man would come, a Messiah, who would lead them to true freedom. The planet is Arrakis, also known as... | ▶️ |
| 94% | Oohh, get it, managed! There we go. He did it. It's still close now. Boy, this is so, something reports funny. Oh, this is not funny. See? This time we didn't� he was a � | ▶️ |
| 92% | Oh well, this is a Rosikaka WHAT | ▶️ |
| 94% | Hiding and running through cold rainy night The red spot of leisure at my only life Hunter or Hunter, it is of the same I'm an agent A part of this deadly game You say freedom cannot be spelled out by dust? Would you rather see kept dressed agents on the run? Conspiring from hiding they're running your life With the various methods they take, oh my, so they try But they cannot be, cause we the agents We'll never give in | ▶️ |
| 86% | Hello? Hello, Mr. Headthayer? Is this some kind of joke? Yes? You don't know! You don't know who you are! I don't know who you are! Oh, thank you, come here. God damn it! | ▶️ |
| 87% | And like that just seems to be a bunch of pictures are dead. This is a lot here. Secret shame. Man, this is gonna want to load. Guys! Wow. Just fuck the DSI. Hot screen. It sucks. There's a crappy system. What else is here? Let's go to uh... There's a lot of crap in here. Gander bender chain. Oh, this is gonna be good. Wow. No stealing. Draw your own seeds or have a seconder. No stealing. No hating. And I can't go more. I can't do more. This isn't just cancer. Yeah. Fuck the DSI. The crappy system. No, you don't see. I'm going crunchy real quick. Wow. Why is there really heroes in this crappy techno duct that needs a good auto tune? And look, man. Real serious crap. Screw it. I'm just gonna try off the 3D. I mean DSI. This is just stupid. Tuna Memo's crap. It just is. Don't even bother with it. Unless you want a cringe because that's the only thing Tuna Memo is good for. That's all I have to say. Thanks for watching. And I'm done with this. This is just a nightmare of cringe. | ▶️ |
| 84% | Oh, King God, don't know what this is for! | ▶️ |
| 86% | Oh, and Buzz Lightyear, come in Buzz Lightyear. This is Star Command. | ▶️ |
