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RYGEL: D'Argo? Where are you going? I insist you wait for me!


LISHALA: It's all right. She knows nothing of my heart, and less of my sleeping habits. She should only get some of her own.


JOHN: Since I left my home, I've been hunted, beaten, locked up, shanghaied, shot at...I've had alien creatures in my face...up my nose...inside my brain...down my pants...


RYGE;: No, not a god, but a sovereign.


JOHN: The slug who would be king.


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