| 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. | ▶️ |
| 88% | Until they Mirko died in space And on their Principal's 99 | ▶️ |
| 94% | I am Corn Oreo! I need TV for my bong hole! Senor Beavis, don't let that two hell pass! Are you threatening me? You will give me TV! Bong Oreo? Beavis, just what in the hell do you think you're doing? Do not make my bong hole angry! You wanna be Oreo? Get the hell out of my class and go straight to the principal's office, now! Um... Okay... Be principal, he will give me TV! I will hate for my bong oil to get Oreo! Let's say some friendia, senorita, because... Where I come from, we have no bong hole! | ▶️ |
| 91% | B principal | ▶️ |
