| Lanschi: | Hmm... Why do I get the sudden feeling we're not gonna win the race? |
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| ...something not so graceful likewise ascends... |
| Parsley: | Look out, Lan! |
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| Lanschi: | Knacker me quackers! |
| SFX: | KAPLOFF! |
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| Parsley: | Are you alright? This reeks of a certain someone's involvement... |
| Lanschi: | I think I'm getting skysick... |
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| Bad Bat: | Hehehe, we got 'im good. |
| Kakralomino: | Not yet. Maybe it's time to fire up a molten encore. |
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| Lanschi: | Speaking of reeking, did someone fart or did my nefarious arch nemesis set fire to the roots? |
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| Lanschi: | Probably just a fart. |