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| John: Prepare for nap. |
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| Rose: Psychoanalyze mother's love of wizards. |
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| Dave: Make a goddamn killing in the future... |
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| John: Flip the fuck out. |
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| Rose: Head out the window. |
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| John: Take the discs. |
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| Dave: Be the imp. |
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| Aradia: Check on Roxy. |
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| Dave: Combine dead things in amber && smuppet. |
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| Jack: Seek alternative casket. |
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| YOU MAY RECOLLECT. THAT THIS CHUM WILL KNOW WHAT YOU'RE THINKING. |
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| Doomed Dave: Wake up again. |
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| WHY DON'T YOU DO NOT SAY NO TO COOKIES. I COMMAND YOU TO GET THEM |
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| John: Behold puffy oracle. |
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| Snowman: Escape. |
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