 | This is a fine mess you've gotten me into, you knuckleheads.
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 | Us? If I'm not mistaken, you're the one who wouldn't stop badgering her about her stupid suit.
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 | Come on, you both know that this is all Odin's fault.
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 | But I wasn't even there!
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| Exactly. You should have been there to stop us!
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| Bad Odin! No cookie for you!
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| Aww...
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| Hello, and welcome to a behind the scenes look at Behind the Scenes. We're coming to you live from Simone's Boutique in the retail sector of the DL. Right now we're sitting outside the dressing room, while Chisato gets ready for her big date tonight.
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| I don't see the point, given that anyone who would accept a date with her has to be either blind or barmy.
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 | Hey! They could also be desperate or owe me a favor.
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| Well, yeah, but that goes without say...
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| ...is that a dress?
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| Yes.
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| Neon orange? A frumpy neon orange dress? That's what you're going to be wearing?
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| There really isn't much choice. It was the only one they had that could conceal the flamethrower. I've been taking lessons from Maya.
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| Not that I'm arguing with your choice in accessories, but why would you need a flamethrower on a date?
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 | Ah, ma cherie, what a surprise to see you here! I would have thought you would be at home getting ready for our date.
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| Any other questions?
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| Jean, what are you doing here?
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| Mais, what else? I get all my scarves here.
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| Well, that seems reasonable. So, we shouldn't expect anyone else to arrive...
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 | Hey! Are those cloaks on sale?
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 | Only if they have a red tag.
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| Fabulous!
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| This is starting to scare me. Let's get out of here.
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| No arguements here. Just take it slow, I can't go too quickly with all this equipment.
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| The quickest way out is through the Yggdrasil Topiary Gardens. Let's go.
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| Wait pour moi!
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 | Saur venusaur!
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 | For the last time, I'm not the large turtle you think I am! Now stop bothering me and go away!
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| Venus! Saur saur venus!
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| Yes, I am aware that you have control over nature, that I'm in the middle of a garden, and you are getting angry. I can't change my nature.
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| Correct me if I'm wrong, but wasn't your entire purpose supposed to be changing your nature to imitate the King of Baron?
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| Saur? Saur!
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| Wait, stop! NO!
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| Sacre bleu! You foul plant, unhand that evil fiend!
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| Don't worry, Jean! I'll help you!
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| Thank you, madame... but would not a fire in the garden be a ba...AAAHHH!
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| Can I say it, Gilgamesh, please?
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| Well...
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| PLEASE?
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| Oh, fine.
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| Toasty!
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| There, now don't you have a nice warm feeling inside.
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| You know, I do! It's good to work together for humour.
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| I agree. Ultros, push him into the fire.
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| Thought you'd never ask.
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| GAAAH!
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| All right, can we continue on?
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| Yeah, it should be clear sailing to the exit. Nothing but a few benches for old people to sit on.
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 | Nothing to be done.
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 | I'm beginning to come round to that opinion.
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| Ultros, take the camera off those old guys and hurry up!
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| Um, are you two going to say something that isn't a direct ripoff of someone else's work?
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| Probably not.
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| When you've been around as long as we have, there really isn't that much that's new to you.
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| I see. Well, good luck with that living thing. See you.
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| ... is he gone?
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| I think so.
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| Good. Care to resume our debate of electrical resistance?
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| Let's.
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| Finally, we're at the exit. Why must clothes shopping be such a chore?
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| I don't know. Nothing is simple around here.
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| Thank goodness we're at the exit and nobody is going to suddenly show up and bother us.
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 | Why hello, there.
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 | [Hi! Wow, what a hideous dress!]
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| You did that on purpose.
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| Maybe I did, maybe I didn't. The important thing is that you can't prove it.
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| Hello, X-Death, Ness. What are you doing here?
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| You see, it's a funny thing. I've been waiting quite some time to re-enter the tournament. I finally have a berth, and I was going to be interviewed... until someone decided to cancel it! I will not let this go unavenged!
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| Oh yes, I can be-leaf that.
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| We'd like to help you, but you're barking up the wrong tree on this one.
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| I can understand that you're upset about this, X-Death. I suggest that you spend some time in the topiary garden and calm yourself. If you come by the studio later on today, I'd be happy to give you an exclusive interview.
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| Really? That is quite nice of you, despite how your lackeys treat one as powerful as myself. I shall be seeing you soon. Farewell!
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| Still as clueless as ever. Why didn't you just fry him?
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| Out of fuel. I'll head back to the studio to refill.
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| [She burned down the garden? FIRE BAD! That's awful!]
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| Hey, twerp! Since when could you speak?
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| [Well, I've been training my psychic powers with Mewtwo. He Is Mewtwo even a he? Can't call him "it" says that my skills are improving, but I'm still having trouble with subconscious thoughts. I like steak..]
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| Right. Well, before Ness goes all Scanners on us, I think it would be best if we headed to the studio and finished up.
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| THE GARDEN! WHAT IN THE NAME OF ME DID YOU DO TO THE GARDEN!
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| As quickly as possible.
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| Right behind you, chief.
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| On behalf of us, bye. Hey! Wait up! Don't leave me with that coniferous killer!
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| Excuse me, but did anyone actually pay for that dress?
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