| John: Tend to little pink monkeys. |
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| John! |
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| John: Captachalogue pie tin. |
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| STRIKE THE WITCH. |
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| ==> ==> |
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| ==> |
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| John: Captchalogue fanciful harlequins. |
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| John: W8 around for anything dad may have left behind |
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| John: Examine nearby station. |
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| Alright, now you're DEFINITELY trolling us. Come on. |
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| Roxy: Flirtlarp. |
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| Jane: Wait a minute. |
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| Try to understand. |
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| ==> |
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| Dave: Look at the other guy. |
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| John: Bid farewell. |
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| Dave: Eject your modus and use telescope to inspect sky. |
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| Dave: Be the leader. |
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| QÛít„ |
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| John: Check contents of safe. |
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