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| '''[[Gaius Baltar]]''': I knew it. I knew it. I always knew I was different.<br/>
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| '' [ [[Number Six|Her]] hands caress his face, come down to his neck. ] ''<br/>
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| Baltar: Special. Maybe a little gifted. Oh...<br/>
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| '' [ The Six on his left begins to draw blood. ] ''<br/>
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| Baltar: Ah...ah... ah! That was a bit rough, actually. That hurts.<br/>
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| '' [ All three of them begin to scratch him deeply. ] ''<br/>
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| Baltar: Aah! Aah! What's wrong?<br/>
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| Number Six on his left: You are, Gaius. You're not [[Cylons (RDM)|Cylon]], you're human. And you're dead!<br/>
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| '' [ She pushes him under; the pod becomes a deep and dark pool; she follows him down, kissing him. ] ''<br/>
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| --''[[Taking a Break From All Your Worries]]''
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