Constable: Blimey, Inspector, where have we wound up this time? The Inspector: The question, Constable, isn't where... but when! Constable: Inspector! Look Out! Blorgons! Blorgons: Eradicate! Eradicate!
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Constable: Those Blorgons nearly peppered our biscuits. We got out just in time. The Inspector: More accurately, Constable, we got out just in space. Constable: Well, I certainly walked right into that one, didn't I, Inspector?
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The Inspector: Happy Time Day, Reggie. It is a tradition to give one's Constable a gift at the end of each orbital cycle. Constable: Thank you, Inspector. Blimey, a hologram. Let's activate it and view the performance.
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Various characters: What are you doing? The Inspector: Jumping jacks. Wondrous invention. Help to oxygenate the limbs. No heart, you see.