| Jade: Tidy up a little. |
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| Jane: Go to bedroom. |
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| why are you on a small rock? are you on a small rock? are you on a small rock? are you in peril, sir? |
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| SUDDENLY. THERE IS A MISS. |
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| Jane: Open chest. |
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| Gamzee: Captchalogue bottle of vodka. |
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| Dirk: What the hell is that who you are talking to now, john? |
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| Years in the temporally oblique... |
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| ENOUGH STRANGE POETRY FROM THE RED TEXT. |
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| Uh... Wolf? |
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| ==> ==> |
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| John: Use hammer/nails on poster. |
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| John: Squawk like an imbecile and shit on your laptop and check on Aradia's present. |
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| Rose: Peek inside kitchen. |
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| IT IS HAPPENING AT YOUR EXPENSE! |
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| AH: Ok, ha ha, get back to Stack Modus. |
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