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| John: Quickly retrieve arms from MAGIC CHEST. |
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| Jade: Combine one of those imps. |
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| WITH YOUR TRUSTY SMUT. FORGE A SWORD. |
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| WV: Go outside and begin LARPing immediately. |
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| Dirk: Captchalogue Sweet Bro and Hella Jeff has a sweet new rap. |
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| Jane: Feed it to the old underwood. |
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| Dirk: Jut your ass and twitch like a flagellum and puke on your turntable. |
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| John: Deploy... huh? |
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| John: Who cares, just ride the pony already. |
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| John: Examine father's desk. |
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| Jade: Stop being that guy. |
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| Is it not why you are extra angry at crimes. |
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| Oh my god. |
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| OH. ALSO. THE BEFORE TROLLS. IN CASE OF EMERGENCY |
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