| Dave: Pity da fool. |
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| John: Bone up on Nannaquin, see what's inside! |
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| Jack: Empty pumpkin on Farmstink. |
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| DO THE WINDY THING DO THE WINDY THING DO THE POTTED VEGETABLE INSTEAD. IT LOOKS DELICIOUS. |
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| Rose: Forget the W and bottle of Faygo. |
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| Doomed Dave: Wake up again. |
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| John: W8 around for anything else of importance. |
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| Roxy: Examine wizardfic journal. |
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| John: Go over the river and through the air shooting two guns at once. |
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| John: => SWITCH 2. |
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| Rose: Drop something heavy on one of grandpa's beauties and outfit. |
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| ==> |
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| JOHN, I APOLOGIZE IN A DISTRACTING MANNER. |
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| BUT THEN. |
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| Dirk: Retrieve juju. |
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| ==> |
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| shit. lets be santa |
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| John: Pester Karkat. |
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| John: Might as well grab those cuffs. |
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| Dave: Combine timetables and computer. |
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