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Great Galactic Galvtrons! The ship is under attack! Battle stations! a heroic voice could be heard in the dark room of Sheen Estevez. As the voice continued to shout, Sheen jumped out of bed sleepily, muttering, Battle stations? Ready for orders! He saluted clumsily and then shook his head, realizing there wasnt any battle. He pressed a button on the platform of an Ultralord alarm clock with the purple-clad hero standing majestically, posing with one foot on a flat boulder and one hand thrust up into the air in a fist.
Man, that clocks too realistic! Sheen laug
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"Truth, Justice, and the JN way!"
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