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| Terezi: Take a juggling club. |
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| Great! I would like you to get a god damn new sword. |
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| oh dear. the purple machine. |
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| WV: Move spirograph switch. |
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| John: Bone up on Nannaquin, see what's cookin'! |
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| John: Fondly regard desert night. |
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| Jane: Feed it to specibus. |
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| Roxy: Succumb to unfathomable bloodlust. |
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| Jake: Get silly old adventure off to the highest point of the apple juice, despite what John said. |
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| WV: Attach your trusty knife to the kitchen back door. |
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| DD: Use Red Miles. |
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| John: Forget it. Go back downstairs. |
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