| John: Blast off. |
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| now sir boy, flee from this boorish rabble post haste. |
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| Years in the present... |
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| John: Practice with new weapon. |
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| John: Spy in the future... |
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| You guide the Heir. Consult with friend on the counter. |
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| John: Make totems. |
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| WELL, WELL, WELL, WELL, WELL, WELL, WELL, WELL. WHAT HAVE WE HERE? |
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| Dave: Skip ahead a hundred pages or so. |
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| THE SWEATY MUSCULAR GHOST APPEARS OUT OF NOWHERE. |
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| Hours in the closet. |
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| WV, AR: Prepare to retrieve mail. |
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| John: Press blue button. |
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