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Ohoho, is this thread ever for me! Not only am I an incredibly sexy, god-like man of a grand yet lean and somewhat muscular stature, but I am constantly shrouded by a dark aura of mystery! For example, does the woman that I almost slept with last night know that the red lumps on my groin were actually a rash caused by the ridiculous amount of chafing I get when I wear my flight suit? No, she does not! Does Captain Manekin know that I own twenty-five cats and have named them all after my 3 favourite colours? No, she does not! Is there a plausible reason behind why I'm not dead despite the fact that the impact from when my GN-X took damage from Nadleeh would have normally killed me, regardless of the resultant external condition of the cockpit? Who the fuck knows!
Also, I have a mustard grain fetish.
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