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| Hope you're comfy, pup. Cause you're about to get licked. |
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| * What are you gonna do, Casandra, buy the win off me? |
| Haha! I have no idea what's happening right now! |
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| Thank you for joining, everyone, to engage in (or bear witness to) this most sacred game of Beach Volleyball! |
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| Ugh. Can't believe she dragged us down here for this. |
| I need to be back at my forge. Some kind of awful portal thing opened up in my storeroom and swallowed up half my tools. |
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| Helen, you worry too much! Loosen up, enjoy the moment! You can deal with all that portal business later. |
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| I could be dealing with it now. |
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| If it's a portal problem, um, sorry to interrupt, but wouldn't you want Zabelle to help with that...? |
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| Yeah! She's gonna be caught up with the game for the next little while, so you may as well stick around here while you wait! |
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| Hey, I have an idea! Let's place some bets!! Add a little bit of risk... |
| I've got my money on Casandra. She's never lost before! |
| Well, now that I'm looking... that huge guy on the dog's team does seem pretty tough... |
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| First to 21 points shall be declared the winner! |
| Without further ado... begin!! |
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| You're gonna see why they call me... "The Nightmare of the--" |
| Is this an attack from Proteus? |
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| No... oh oh, it's-- it's--! |
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* Wha...?
* You brought a gun!? |
| Uh. That's right. I only brought... one gun... |
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| * To a fucking volleyball game!? |
| Hey, clearly we needed it! |
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* How long have you... have you just been packing that around town!?
* Around my mum!!? |
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| Both of you, stop your-- squabbling! |
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