In 1972 my crack commando unit was attacked by the Cylon Empire for a crime We didn't commit. We promptly escaped from a maximum security stockade to the Battlestar Galactica. Today, still wanted by the Cylons, we survive as Male Strippers and odd job men. If you have a problem, if no one else can help, and if you can find them, maybe you tell the Cylon's to sod off.
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