| Rose: Retrieve arms from... |
377 |
| WAIT. TAKE THAT. THE ROBOT GOES CRAZY. |
414 |
| SO IN THE BITCHES. |
397 |
| John: Bone up on Nannaquin, see what's inside! |
433 |
| John: Attempt to open cans. |
402 |
| PM?: Prepare to tidy up. |
389 |
| John: Proceed to second gate. |
391 |
| Years in the present... |
389 |
| Jade: Combine Charles Dutton and sooth specs. |
366 |
| John: Fondly regard desert night. |
446 |
| Rose: Prepare for a new friend. |
409 |
| Months in the car. |
395 |
| LADIES AND GENTLEMEN. WE HAVE A SUPERIOR WEAPON. |
391 |
| And pages and pages. |
441 |
| Roxy: Succumb to unfathomable bloodlust. |
385 |
| John: Look at the other half of your own pee for the citizen cans. |
377 |
| John: Spy in the future... |
359 |
| AR?: Doff your hat in disgust. |
383 |
| Jade: Locate and feed the devilbeast you call it the slammer when you are extra angry at crimes. |
358 |
| Sollux: Deal with this guy. |
443 |