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Formula 2/22/2222

“I hate Mars. I hate being a Martian too.”

“Shut up and drink your formula. Today is a special day, there will never be another 2/22/2222, all two’s.”

“Too funny.”

“Now that’s funny!”

“The world began on 0/00/0000. The next string would be 1/11/1111.”

“No, you’re wrong. It would be 11/11/1111.”

“Smart ass.”

“Yeah, maybe the first Martian Smart Ass.”

“I wonder what planet we’ll be defending 3/3/3333.”

“You’re getting way ahead of yourself Captain.”

“Don’t call me that when we’re alone. I hate that, I’m not a captain of one. It’s just you and me in this dented rust bucket.”

“Sorry Jack, I forget you asked me not to call you that.”

’What are you doing with that pistol Zane?"

“It’s a mutiny, I’m tired of the way things are, I can’t take orders from you anymore.”

“Well, were do we go from here?”

“I’m tired of playing cribbage, it’s chess from now on.”

“But you always win at chess, I hate those 64 squares.”

“There’s 204 squares, count ’em.”

“You and your numbers, it’s always math with you.”

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