| ???: | Hm, what should I unleash next... The rain of terror, maybe? |
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| ???: | Why not send some hail to the king... |
| Lanschi: | That voice... |
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| Lanschi: | Your weather thingamabobbery ends now, you fiend! |
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| Lanschi: | GASP!
Dr. Spud! |
| Dr. Spid: | Spid, not spud, you idiot. And who do
you think you are, breezin' in like that? |
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| Lanschi: | Um, I'm Lanschi. |
| Dr. Spid: | Well, yes. I know. |
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| Dr. Spid: | How unfortunate for you. Now, if you will excuse me, I'm a little tied up here... |
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| Dr. Spid: | ...so let's share that sentiment! |
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| Lanschi: | Hey! You can't leave me like this! I'll get pins 'n' needles! |
| Dr. Spid: | That's just the sting of defeat, duck. |