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Mad Scientess Jane Expat
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You know what's a bit sad?
When a bunch of freaking rocket scientists, who are in the midst of the Double Star Crash and Burn party celebrating the demise of the ground-breaking instrument designed, built and operated by our very fine team of engineers and scientists, don't have the balls to tell Michael Palin and Terry Gilliam that they should join our drunken spacecraft wake when they're dining at the table next to us in the West End.