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| Terezi: Orchestrate demise of the first visible captchalogue card. |
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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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| Jane: Install Sburb client. |
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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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| Roxy: Captchalogue one. |
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| I GET A GOD DAMN? |
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| Meanwhile, the past again. |
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| END OF ACT 1. |
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| Terezi: Accept transfer. |
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| Jack: Throw a knife down there to get that guy's attention. |
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| Retrieve arms from drawer. |
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| ENOUGH STRANGE POETRY FROM THE RED TEXT. |
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| WELL, WELL, WELL, WELL, WELL, WELL, WELL, WELL. WHAT HAVE WE HERE? |
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| Drop pumpkin on floor. |
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| Dave: Quickly retrieve side arms. |
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