| Hayfa: | So, how are we getting there? |
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| Hayfa: | A yacht, maybe? Or a luxury cruise ship... Just think of all the fah-fah-food! Smoked salmon and caviar, cakes and chocolate desserts, truffles served in- |
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| Panschi: | We're goin' by gyro. |
| Hayfa: | Gyro? |
| Panschi: | Yup. Flying machine. Doesn't sound so great anymore, huh? |
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| Hayfa: | What do you mean? It sounds awesome! I've always wanted to fly! Bah-bah-but how did you know? |
| Panschi: | *sigh* |
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| It cannot be prevented... |
| Lanschi: | Keep pushing out there! |
| Panschi: | Pushin' as hard as I can! Why don't you two pull a bit more? |
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| Panschi: | Professor, are you sure the gyro will still fly with the extra weight? |
| Prof. Manatide: | Absolutely! This is high-end technology. It could probably lift an elephant! |
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| SFX: | WHIRRRRPH |
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| Prof. Manatide: | Well, it may need some adjustments for this kind of heavy duty. |
| Hayfa: | Wooo! I'm feeling fah-fah-free as a bird! |
| Parsley: | Hayfa... We aren't flying... |