 | You. Out. Now.
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 | Aw, but I had such fun last week. You're certain I can't do it again?
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| Too many complaints about pokemon in the studio. Besides, I sent someone to pick up Chisato and she's ready to earn what passes for her paycheck.
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 | Hey, you won't hear me complaining about a free vacation to a resort island.
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| Free? What, you think I'm paying you for last week? Any of you?
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| ...alright cat, you and me are gonna have some words once I'm off the clock.
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| And they will be nothing I haven't heard phrased more eloquently by a nidoking, I'm sure. Well, I suppose I will be taking my leave then.
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| Okay, now that the freaky mutant cat is gone, you goons can start the show. And make it snappy, time is money so if you want my money don't waste my time.
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| Whatever you say, oh signer of the paychecks.
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 | So no pay for us for last week? Figures. I should know better then to trust a Godlike by now.
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 | Or a cat. Cats are never up to any good.
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 | Aw, but cats are so cute. Especially when they're delivering humorously misspelled punchlines and stuff. 'I R CAN HAZ PAICHEK PLZ?' Hehehehe.
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| ...what?
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 | Sorry, that's my fault. Odin followed me home the other day and got into my collection of lolcats.
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| You collect lolcats images? I never would have figured you for the type.
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| Oh they aren't for me. I like to spam them at cuteness hating evil badass types, just to get under their skin. That Xorn lamer can't even go near a computer without one popping up at him.
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| I take that back, they are just your style.
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| Alright, setting Morte's strange hobbies and Odin's idiocy aside, let's get some guests in here and get this over with.
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| Sure thing. So, Fou-Lu, how's it feel to be the second person ever, and the second Breath of Fire boss at that, to reach that fourth godlike title?
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 | You...dare...mock us, pathetic appetizer?
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| Um, no? Please don't kill me? What'd I say?
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 | Ah, Ultros, I won the fight.
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| Huh?
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| Fou-lu lost, brainac. It has happened before, and it'll probably happen again.
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| ...
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| Er, no offense.
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| Wait, Fou-Lu can lose?
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| Yeah, that's what I'm saying.
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| ...
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| What?
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| Think about it, fishbreath. You're on the same mental page as Odin here. ODIN.
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| What's wrong with that?
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| Aw crap. Yeah, I'm gonna go smash my head into a wall until the stupid comes out. Excuse me.
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| Allow us to aid you in this enterprise.
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| No, no, please don't trouble yours-OW! OW! OW! NO! OW! QUIT IT! OWWWWW!
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| So, ah, Zophar, how about that championship?
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| It feels good. People have been calling me 'One of the Most Feared Godlikes' for a long time, but I was beginning to wonder if I really deserved it with that only one championship. But now there's no doubt left. I'm one of the best.
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| Kinda hard to argue with someone who has a win over Fou-frikkin-Lu on their record, yeah.
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 | I wonder if I'll upgrade and get the chance to try for something that impressive myself.
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 | Hmph, don't delude yourself. You're nothing but a watered down Tir, and Fou-Lu ate Tir for lunch. You'd be a midnight snack to him at worst, a temporary diversion at best.
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| This 'watered down Tir' was still good enough to put you in your place.
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| Fluke. A rematch would come out differently, I'd stake my reputation on it!
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| Such a small bet? I thought you were sure of yourself here?
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| Whooo, catfight!
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| What? I'm a man you dolt!
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| You sure about that? I mean, it's pretty hard to tell...
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| Hmph, I know your games, skull. Missing your own skin so badly that all you can do is try to get under that of others.
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| Oh no, I've been exposed as a shallow jerk, whatever shall I do?
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| Your humor is as hollow as the rest of you. But I must be off to prepare for the team match. You'll get what's coming to you then, wench. You can be sure of that.
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| You mean another easy and well deserved victory? Well, I shall look forward to it.
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| You really enjoy taunting that guy, don't you?
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| To be honest, he reminds me a little bit of Nash. I just can't help myself.
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| Aren't you and Nash, ah...?
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| Hmm...
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| Righto, and with that mental image, let's get middle out here.
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 | Nice to see actual people back in charge of this place instead of those animals.
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| So these jokers are people now?
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| Rather the insulting ass I can understand then the one I cannot.
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| Heh, fair enough. So, uh, where's Blaziken? He was supposed to be out here with you.
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| Oh, some southern gentleman asked me for what was left of it after the match. I have no use for mangled chicken parts, so I let him have them.
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| A southern...
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| ...gentleman? You didn't get a name, did you?
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| Um, I think he was a military sort. Name of...Sanders, was it?
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| Sanders? AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
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| I think I'm gonna be sick.
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| Oh boy. That's a fate worse then death, right there.
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| Judging from your horrified expressions and the amusement of the skull there, I'm beginning to think I should not have allowed this.
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| Probably not. Now if I were a heroic type, and I'm not so that's why I'm just gonna stay here and all, I'd probably be rushing off to fix that before it's too late.
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| I see. Excuse me.
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| Alright people, let's get Light out here and wrap this up. Tony, Opera, got anything to say?
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 | Yeah, I'm going right back to middle and I'm going to stay there this time.
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 | Here's the big secret to not downgrading: only lose to people who don't suck. See how Arc stayed in Godlike for so long.
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| And what would you know about not downgrading?
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| At least I had somewhere to downgrade to, sweetie.
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| Oooh, burn. Come on, catfight!
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| Reduced to stealing lines from Odin now, are we? Speaking of Moppy, where'd he get to?
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| Oh, I sent him out to go grab lunch for everyone. Didn't want him to give anyone else a case of the stupids after Ultros's little brainless moment earlier.
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| Good call. Where'd you send him anyway?
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| Eh, I threw some money at him and told him to get something cheap and in large quantities. If there's one thing he tends not to mess up, it's food. He should be back any minute now anyway.
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| Hey guys, I come bearing food!
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| Nice timing, Gil.
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| I do try.
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| Alright, fork over the goods Moppy, what'd you get?
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| Couple buckets of fried chicken. The new 'extra spicy' recipe, just went on the menu today. I had mine on the walk back, it's pretty good stuff. Kinda gamey though.
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| ...
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| Urp...Oh god...I'm...I'm gonna hurl...
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| Woah, not on the cameras! |
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