| Roxy: Turn around. |
372 |
| ==> |
377 |
| Jane: Throw down your hat to the highest point of the Midnight Crew. |
341 |
| ==> |
325 |
| ==> |
336 |
| Years in the present... |
313 |
| OK. I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE THINKING. |
338 |
| ==> |
311 |
| ==> |
328 |
| ANYWAY, BACK TO THE BALCONY. |
354 |
| mister john, respectfully ask that you please stand up. |
317 |
| Roxy: Take journals. |
315 |
| ==> |
351 |
| WV: Captchalogue can of gravy. Just pick it up. |
371 |
| ==> |
409 |
| John: W8 around for anything dad may have left behind |
318 |
| BOY, YOU'RE BEING VERY STUPID. |
317 |
| ======> |
366 |
| ==> ==> |
331 |
| Jack: Carve pumpkin. |
317 |