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 (*Estática*) (*Voces inteligibles*) JaguarGT: ¿Está esto encendido?, vaya, jamás pensé que funcionaría, he estado fuera de este lugar por tanto tiempo que pensé que habrían cambiado las contraseñas o bloqueado mi tarjeta de acceso, aunque no fue así. Me estoy saliendo del punto, soy el creador verdadero de este canal, pongan atención, ¿No les pareció sospechoso que de un momento a otro el desgraciado de Genio haya aparecido y se robara el canal? No, porque ustedes no sabían de mi, y no los culpo, jamás me presenté, estoy intentando recuperar el canal y salvarlos a todos de ser controlados, voy a luchar contra Genio el 15/06/21, iré a su palacio dorado a las afueras del Sistema Solar en el exoplaneta Stellarum Ingenio. Llevaré mi mejor nave y a 15 valientes guerreros, quienes se unieron a mi causa y lucharán para recuperar mi canal. El plan ya está trazado, tiraremos los escudos con cañones disruptores de ondas radioactivas, entraremos por el túnel de acceso y destruiremos el Reactor Nuclear que le da energía al planeta entero, y saldremos antes de lo que canta un gallo. Si ya han escuchado este plan es porque ese tal SkyWalker se copió de mi, ¿ok? ya no me queda mucho tiempo, la transmisión del programa oficial de Genio ya va a empezar y si me encuentra aquí, me matará. (*Estática*) (*Un agudo pitido suena mientras la pantalla de barras de colores se hace ver*) 

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