He's dead, Jim. You grab his wallet, I'll grab his tricorder.

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Why I'm glad the space shuttle blew up	Holy shit, you mean I'm not invisible?	Dammit Jim, I'm a doctor not a bricklayer!	When the aliens attack my workplace, I'm going to be so damn READY
How much for the little girl?	SIGs	Star Trek III: The Search for Spock	DeForest Kelley
You are in a maze of twisty little passages, all alike	The Brave Little Toaster	bones	Dr. Spock's Backup Band
Damn it! I'm an adult!	Sad little spiral-bound notebook diaries	My Little Tony and the Care Blairs	The fat kid on the diving board
Hello Sailor	When you're dead, you're dead	How to declare someone dead	Out-take
Gary Larson	Hello Sailor!	Is There In Truth No Beauty?	Auld Lang Syne

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