| Meanwhile, in the lid of the punched pogo card. |
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| Vriska: Deal with your weak pathetic digits. |
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| ==> |
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| HIS EYES ARE SUPPOSED TO FLICKER ABOUT. |
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| Jack: Attempt to leave castle. |
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| i don't like the gray text not human immediately. |
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| BOY I SAID GET YER ASS UP AND ALCHEMIZE STUFF GO GO GO. |
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| ==> |
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| Terezi: Open memo. |
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| ======> |
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| John: Spy in the future... |
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| SS: Move this along. |
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| John: Empty sylladex. |
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| Terezi: Go get your sword. |
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| Dirk: Check on prisoner. |
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| ENOUGH STRANGE POETRY FROM THE RED TEXT AGAIN. |
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| Dave: Combine fetus in a more symbolic manner. |
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| ==> |
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| Roxy: Land already. |
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| WHAT COLOR ARE THE WORDS THAT THIS CHUM WILL KNOW WHAT TO DO. |
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