| John: Tend to little pink monkeys. |
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| Rose: Knit plush cuddle-cthulhu to soothe nerves. |
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| I DON'T RECALL WHAT HIS LAND WAS THOUGH. |
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| Dave: Take sip of the apple juice, despite what John said. |
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| It is time. |
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| SEND IN THE BITCHES. |
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| ==> |
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| BM: Request ruler. |
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| Karkat: Check on prisoner. |
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| John: Bone up on Nannaquin, see what's inside! |
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| Vriska: Deal with Terezi. |
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| John: Blast off. |
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| PM: Type => REBOOT. |
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| John: Who cares, just ride the pony already. |
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| Rose: Wear the scarf. Ride the ogre. |
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| John: There's one more time. |
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| Dave: Install software. |
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| Jake: Ok, try out infinitesimalizer. |
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| ==> |
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| John: Bone up on Nannaquin, see what's cookin'! |
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