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--CommID: Joe Hell Duster
-Ship Details: Hell Manta the Beaver Shoottt-ter

Hell. Don't YOU know who I am? You don't? Let me tell ya.

I am the most badass, and worst mother*beep* piece of *beep* *censored* in this part of *beep* galaxy. Wherever I go the *beep*ing *beep* of the *beep* criminals run back to their mothers' *beep*ing nipples, crying their *beep* off.

Then I realized, WHY THE HELL DON'T I MAKE MONEY OF THIS? MY MANLY SCENT IS ENOUGH FOR THEM *BEEP* *BEEP* TO *BEEP* JUST GO TO HELL!

*Beep* it, though.

SO MANY *BEEP*ING BOUNTY *BEEP* BOARDS! WHO THE HELL WILL REGISTER FOR THEM?

YOU will register for them for me. So, let me the hell in, and I can start shooting the *beep* of their *beep* soon, and we all earn some money.

And you better be quick about it!

What? What I was doing before this? I WAS BORN IN TEXAS *BEEP* YOU *BEEP*, I WAS BORN THIS WAY! I AM A *BEEPIN* STAR COWBOY WHO *BEEP* CHEWS YOUR *BEEP* ASS AND KICK MOTHER*BEEPIN* BUBBLEGUN.

AND I AM ALL OUT OF *BEEPIN* ASSES, YOU *BEEPS*! I WANT MORE ASSES!

Mom!

Mom's note: Don't worry he's harmless. He's a good boy and have been this way since his father was lost in a merchant caravan... or since he started watching old Chuck Norris movies. He wont cause trouble.

He's so sweet and he's still living with his poor old mother. Such a filial son I have.

Signed,
Joe *Beep* Duster

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