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Approaching the bottom, sir. I can hear a couple of lobsters dukin' it out.
Radio's workin' like a swiss... car.
1-A... cold. 1-B... cold. 1-C
[spraks fly] Hot!
Somebody find Buckman, launch him out a torpedo tube.
Well, no disrespect to the USS Rustoleum here, but I'd be better off in the Merrimack!
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