Now we have-
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We've, uh, cleared
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the Southern tip of
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South America and
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We're coming in-
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on into Australia
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and over New Zealand
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and I have never seen-
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incredible-
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beauty-
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One of the excavators
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on the exploratory satellite
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number 5-8-12.
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It seems like, uh,
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the people here
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are really, really sad,
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and I'm just sort of
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confused right now.
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It seems as if
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some sort of devise
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has detonated here.
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There is a lot of confusion-
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Absolutely no ambulances
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at all on the area-
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We somehow got
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control of the transmitter.
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Its just chaos everywhere.
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We are nearing the Bearing Strait
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right now
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and we're coming in
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over Denmark.
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Its-
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Its really beautiful up here.
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There's really no
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way to describe
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the sensation of
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outer space travel,
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I'll tell you what.
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There's really nothing like this-
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I've really never seen
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anything quite so beautiful.
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I hope you're listening to me
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and I wish you were here with me.
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We're just coming over
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the Soviet Union.
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There's a large firey mass-
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Hold on, its uh-
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its unbelievable.
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I uh- I hope everything's
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okay down there...
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I certainly do...
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Its like a, uh-
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I don't know-
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Excavator on an
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exploratory satellite
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number 5-8-12.
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Oh, seems like uh,
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hello?
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Control, are you there?
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Seems like there's
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no one out there-
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like hello?
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Hello?
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Hey guys?
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Is there anyone left?
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My God!
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It killed all of them.
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The Last Astronaut
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Butthole Surfers |