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I, the great Jeremy Crumpet, famous space-man, space-diagnose the lot of you to be space-mad. In accordance with space-regulation 1337, I am no longer permitted to lunch-breaks, as this could infect my space-sandwiches, with space-madness being highly contagious to rehydrated space-bread.
At this time I would like to offer you cups of space-tea while I enjoy my space-sandwich made of space-ham and cheese with no space-bread. The space-tea is to calm your nerves while I kindly inform you that your space-madness is causing you to space-out horribly, causing hallucinations and space-itis. I regret to tell you that you are in fact in a space-ship known as the USS-Flood, reputed as the largest and most unmanageable of the space-collective of ships known as the seventh-space-columns. You are currently in the holographic space-room dreaming all this space-madness up.
Also, I have totally been lying this whole time. I simply needed to distract you long enough to climb into my indestructible space-bot which will shield me from all harm. It has only one space-weakness but you could never possess the space-intelligence to figure that out! Mwahaha! Now mourn the loss of your space-sandwiches as I consume them all within the safety of my space-bot!
In the event that you do discover my space-bot's weakness, I could be persuaded to share with you some space-tea and space-sandwiches.