| LIKE I SAID. I HAVE A SUPERIOR WEAPON. |
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| Dirk: Captchalogue Sweet Bro and Hella Jeff has a sweet new rap. |
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| WV: Try to understand. |
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| Terezi: Orchestrate demise of the Midnight Crew. |
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| WV: Curiously prod the funny-looking spirograph. |
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| DD: => SWITCH 3 |
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| John: Bone up on Nannaquin, see what's cookin'! |
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| HIS EYES ARE SUPPOSED TO FLICKER ABOUT. |
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| CD: Do happy umbrella dance. |
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| Stop being the other guy. |
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| John: Go to computer. |
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| John: Combine sledgehammer, telescope, and Sassacre text. |
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| Kanaya: Open viewport. |
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| Try to open can with your own brain. |
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| John: Fondly regard desert night. |
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