| Probability | Text |
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| 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. | ▶️ |
| 69% | And I are a few, a few attending schools. She now works in a village, and she's still in a village, and she's still in a village, and she's still in a village, and she's still in a village, and she's still in a village, and she's still in a village, and she's still in a village, and she's still in a village, and she seems still in a village, with a very small number of tribes outside the village, which are many, | ▶️ |
| 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 | ▶️ |
| 76% | Gilligan is racing. Still racing in the 50sculture. Check out what goes on. | ▶️ |
| 77% | Technically, I do not want to be found in talks. Technically, I should not be watching the world go by no more. But now, I do not want to be found by no more. I want to be found. The numbers are huge. I don't want to be found. I don't want to be found in a world that just can't be solved. Maybe if I had a computer. This is just a world that I can't be found in a world that I can't be found in. Dude. I'm not sure if you're bored or not. The number is 367. I'm not going to have to be found in there. I'm still going to open the computer. I can't even scroll on 367. I'm still not going to be found. I'm still not going to be found. | ▶️ |
| 75% | This is my last war on the continent. I want to be expected to engage this special program if you failed to receive the code from me at this time. I want to see mine in prison. Okay. I want my aidless, active, ready-looking war with the other guy. I'm a machine after the clone. The machine has worthy effect, yes, these worlds exist. The wolf has to rise and off, and your sight is still down. You see? You're welcome. | ▶️ |
| 76% | Then he still lives in hell with sab Pandemhae. Then he reverberates toward where a bim misfortune lives, | ▶️ |
