::glares:: You know, I wish somebody would realize that...that when I say something there's a *slight* chance that it could be the truth.
Haven't...haven't you ever thought it strange that...that I know Crichton, and yet he doesn't really know me? That...that the crazy Banik knows you? And now Zhaan knows you?
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Haven't...haven't you ever thought it strange that...that I know Crichton, and yet he doesn't really know me? That...that the crazy Banik knows you? And now Zhaan knows you?