| Probability | Text |
|---|
| 75% | Give me a call. | ▶️ |
| 81% | Don't call me | ▶️ |
| 73% | Call me what you like, as long as you call me | ▶️ |
| 75% | 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. | ▶️ |
| 81% | Call me greater, call me wrong, call me insane, call me Mr. Fane | ▶️ |
| 71% | Call me red or call me raw, raw me insane, call me Miss Nuffane | ▶️ |
| 75% | I'm a forest gnome with glass, puttin' T-dex up my ass, lettin' out some gas, burnin' hole in my pants, don't need no breath to implant, got boots in my own, spinnin' washes I grown, I use a lot of methadone, watch a lot of cartoons, one of your bitches are scooby-doo, I haven't got a clue, sniff a lot of glue, cock a doodle doo, I'm cuckoo, glue over your nest, don't call me second best, then I'll have to protest, get undressed like the rest, incest. | ▶️ |
| 77% | Gettin' a one-year-old woman, old girl, why don't you call me fatline? | ▶️ |
| 72% | Call me | ▶️ |
| 77% | Back up on my toes about my two 11s, my name is cocaine And that's 1-8-7, we like the dynamic duo in the Batmobile So when we get through, we like to send a 96 to Dennyville And we be sharp like our uncle Eric used to be Lemma Zintint with the tech on the seat Yo, givin' the player haters migraines, chest pains It's the original, the unforgettable Cause I be mobbin' through the streets Man, I be still gettin' high sippin' VSO peeps So no pain, no gain, yeah, baby's over free And they call me cocaine with some gold, don't quit it | ▶️ |
