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	I'm here. I'll bring him back, don't worry. Go and analyze the rations.
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	Doc...*gasps* I can't move... The Salt has...jammed my Armor!
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	It's alright, stay with me. GET THIS MAN SOME WATER, STAT
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	Doc... the fries... How are they? *coughs* I made em myself...
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	*eats fry* They're perfect. We're proud of you. *rinses you with water* That should get rid of the salt. I'll have you brought to the infirmary.
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	Doctor, we're out of fresh water! The best we have is pumped straight from the forgotten shore.