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Space Cat, the Earth ain't no place to lay your eggs.

Space Cat, the Earth ain't no place to lay your eggs. It's all omelets down here.

Space Cat, the Earth ain't no place to lay your eggs. It's all omelets and toast down here.

Space Cat, the Earth ain't suitable for egg reposition. Human legs is like lobster crackers, bibs-on, boiled dinner.

Human legs, the Earth ain't no place for you to lay your eggs. Space Cat cracks like lobsters snap, 'n eggs being round is at risk; rollin' tables / down the street. Storm Drain problem. N' later when those eggs hatch TMNS-C. It's a crush, they'll be on it like toys like toys like toys n' candy, n' it aint' suitable.