| Title | Score |
|---|---|
| John: Get PDA. | 272 |
| Rose: Hit John in the seizure kernel. | 272 |
| QÛít„ | 272 |
| No, not quite. | 272 |
| END OF ACT 6 INTERMISSION 4 | 272 |
| ME?? ==> | 272 |
| ==> | 272 |
| THEN HE STARTED CLIMBING THE GOD TIERS. | 272 |
| STUPID STUPID DUMB | 272 |
| Jane: Go to the end. | 272 |
| John: Fondly regard desert night. | 272 |
| Dave: Bleat like a flagellum and puke on your desk. | 272 |
| John: Deploy... huh? | 272 |
| John: Spy in the future... | 272 |
| ==> | 272 |
| Don't I know you? | 272 |
| Minutes in the past again. | 272 |
| SO I WILL RISE. | 272 |
| PM: Miraculously survive. | 272 |
| ==> | 272 |