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| Jack: Quick, be the pony. Second, trample Mom. |
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| Calliope: Look around one last time. |
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| KISS THAT GIRL YOU PIPSQUEAK |
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| IT'S NONE OTHER. THAN WHAT'S HER FACE. |
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| Dave: Take juice. |
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| John: Go out to be strong. |
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| John: Forget it. Go back inside. |
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| Dave: Bleat like a proboscis. |
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| Dave: Pull sword out of the apple juice, despite what John said. |
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| Stop being the other half of your room! |
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| 7. GETTING MURDERED IN DRAWINGS. |
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