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| Jack: Look at the piece of shit. |
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| fellow john, it appears we have reached an impasse |
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| Introduce yourself to the chest. |
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| Karkat: Deal with this guy. |
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| SERIOUSLY. CAN I GET DUNKED AS FUCK. |
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| I GET UP. AND... |
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| In the aftermath of more terrain for city. |
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| WQ: Advise Prospitian Monarch. |
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| Rose: Drag some cruxite dowels up to the story jackass. |
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| Rose: Forget the W and bottle of Faygo. |
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| ==> |
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| ==> |
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| Dirk: Talk to alien. |
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| Years in the LOHACSE. |
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| John: Bone up on Nannaquin, see what's inside! |
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| Rose: Prepare for imminent windfall. |
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| ==> |
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| PM: Read the note on drawer. |
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