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The Psi Corps is your friend. Trust the Corps.
Telepath for hire.
Telepath wanted: You know who to call.
We want you.
Join the family.
Mr. Bester wants you.
We're looking for a few good minds.
My kid's a Psi Corps honor roll student.
My other car is a Black Omega.
Call 1-800-PSICOP for a new personality.
Teeps rule, mundanes drool.
Don't do Dust.
I am a telepathic image. I am not real. Drive any slower and your mind will explode.
The Vorlons gifted us with telepathy. The Shadows with Windows.
Open your thoughts.
If you can't read my mind, you don't need gloves.
Psi Cop: "Jedi? What jedi?"
Metapol Patrol Car
I space mundanes for kicks!
My other car is a Psi Corps Mothership.
The image of this car has been placed into your little mind, courtesy of the Psi Corps.
Warning: This vehicle makes frequent mundane-spacing.
"Be seeing you"
I'm a P12. What are you?
Black Omega Squadron Undercover Vehicle
Think 'Honk' if you're with the Psi Corps.
Big Psi is watching you.
Don't mess with me. I'm a member of the Black Omega Squadron.
If you can read this, you're a Psi Cop.
If you can read my mind...you don't need glasses.
Psi Corps: We know what you are thinking.
(imagine some pictures) A: This is Garibaldi's brain. B: This is Garibaldi's brain after the Psi Corps. Any questions?
Bored with yourself? Want a new personality? Call 1-800-PSICORPS.
If you can read this, I just scanned you!
Traffic Cops are your friends. Trust the Traffic Cops.
Psi Corps: Where everyone knows your name.
Think 'Honk' if you're a telepath!
Psi Corps: We know who you are. We know where you live.
Long live the Psi Corps!

Contra:

Get out!
My kid beat up your Psi Cop.
Call 1-800-PSICORPS for education of those pesky telepaths.
Did you know that 50% of teeks are clinically insane? Just a thought...
Honk if you hate the Psi Corps!
Psi Cops suck!
Follow me to bomb the Psi Corps HQ.
Trust the Corps. NOT!!!
The Corps is Mother, The Corps is Father. -- Thank God I'm an ORPHAN!
Lost your Psi Cop? Check under my tires.
Dust happens.
My alternate personality has a driver's license.
Remember Byron.
Shadows: We stop for the Psi Corps.
Sure, you could cut me off...and I could nail your head to my bumper, set fire to it, and feed you charred remains to the Pak'Ma'Ra.
Psi Cop in trunk!
I don't break for Psi Cops.
You're child may be a Psi Corps honor roll student...But you're still an idiot.
Down with the Psi Corps!
Rotten to the Psi Corps!
Implanted personality on board.
Bad Psi Cop. No donut.
Psi to the Corps.
Get out of my head, you damn Psi Cop!
Psi Cop = Speed bump
Psi Cop, Spoo Cop, whatever...
Driver has no mind: Married to a Psi Cop.
Don't scan! Ivanova on board.

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