| John: Make totems. |
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| SNOP |
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| Dirk: Go get fake arms with cake. |
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| UH OH. HERE HE COMES. |
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| OF A POET. |
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| ENOUGH STRANGE POETRY FROM THE RED TEXT. |
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| Seer. |
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| Elsewhere, we find a place... |
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| ==> |
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| what was that. |
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| Karkat: Deal with this guy. |
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| I clicked on all those kids. Now what? |
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| Dave: Take sip of the apple juice, despite what John said. |
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| Years in the kitchen. |
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| ==> |
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| Dave: Read the next step of the can. |
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| ==> |
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| SUDDENLY. THERE IS A MISS. |
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| ==> |
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| Retrieve arms from chest. |
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