| AND AGAIN I WILL NEED YOU TO ADDRESS THIS DANGER. |
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| THE HOPE... MY GOD. |
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| ======> |
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| TT: Pick up car. |
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| Dirk: Jut your ass and twitch like a flagellum and puke on your laptop and check on John. |
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| Vriska: Get back to work. |
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| ==> |
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| ==> |
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| Years in the seizure kernel. |
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| Calliope: Check out magazine. |
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| John: Prepare for imminent windfall. |
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| ==> |
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| ==> |
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| Be Jack Noir. |
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| John: Go to computer. |
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| Dave: Combine fetus in a rational, diplomatic manner. |
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| John: Look around. |
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| This one's empty. Perhaps a delivery is in order? |
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| Dave: Combine fetus in a Timeless Expanse... |
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| GO BACK TO THE PARTY. |
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