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| Jake: Answer Strider. |
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| Jade: Locate and feed the devilbeast you call it the slammer when you are talking to the gray text not human immediately. |
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| John: Spy in the study. |
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| Jade: Don't stop. |
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| Years in the LOHACSE. |
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| This is stupid. Stop being that guy. |
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| Years in the temporally oblique... |
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| John: W8 around for anything dad may have left behind |
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| ONE MORE BANNER PIECE OF SWAG IN MY DREAM. I AM ALMOST CERTAIN CHERUB SHAKESPEARE SAID THAT. |
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| SERIOUSLY. CAN I GET DUNKED AS FUCK. |
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| Rose: Forget the W and make a tent. |
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| Jade: Drop the toilet in Dave's room. |
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| John: Check contents of yellow container. |
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