| Roxy: Turn around. |
321 |
| ==> |
322 |
| Jane: Throw down your hat to the highest point of the Midnight Crew. |
294 |
| ==> |
269 |
| ==> |
288 |
| Years in the present... |
263 |
| OK. I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE THINKING. |
287 |
| ==> |
265 |
| ==> |
268 |
| ANYWAY, BACK TO THE BALCONY. |
301 |
| mister john, respectfully ask that you please stand up. |
266 |
| Roxy: Take journals. |
263 |
| ==> |
303 |
| WV: Captchalogue can of gravy. Just pick it up. |
320 |
| ==> |
352 |
| John: W8 around for anything dad may have left behind |
268 |
| BOY, YOU'RE BEING VERY STUPID. |
263 |
| ======> |
309 |
| ==> ==> |
269 |
| Jack: Carve pumpkin. |
264 |