| John: Look at knife. |
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| ........... |
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| Kanaya: Confer with teammate. |
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| Tavros: Lead fearsome entourage into ruins. |
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| ==> |
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| Way in the future... |
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| ==> |
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| ==> |
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| Oh, oh! Do a fancy santa. |
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| John: Go to front door. |
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| John: Examine Alchemiter in a long discarded memory... |
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| Stop being a wiseass and get some sun. |
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| ==> |
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| Enter name. |
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| Years in the LOHACSE. |
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| This is stupid. Stop being that guy. |
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| There is nothing inside. Should we put something in? |
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| John: W8 around for anything dad may have left behind |
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| SERIOUSLY. CAN I GET DUNKED AS FUCK. |
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| AH YES. MOVIE MAGIC AT ITS BEST. |
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