 | I'm telling you, it's really Brazil's tournament to lose.
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 | You're crazy! They have to be one of the favourites, sure, but there's just too many great teams to even consider them a lock. Take the English...
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 | England?! With that hack Rooney?
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 | Hey, Wayne Rooney could kick your arse even if he was pissed on Heineken!
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 | The only way he could was if he was drunk.
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 | I hate this time of year.
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 | Not a footie fan then, Morte?
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 | Yeah, the lack of legs doesn't really help my view on the sport.
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 | We tried to make a soccer team in Asgard... it didn't go over well.
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 | Well, calling the beautiful game "soccer" can't help.
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 | If you hooligans could stop yapping about the stupid game, we could get started.
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 | Oy! I resemble that remark.
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 | Don't get upset, Gilgamesh. Chisato just hates anything more beautiful than her.
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 | Which explains why she's so crabby all the time.
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 | Well excuse me, but you didn't have a bunch of jerks singing Dutch drinking songs outside your house until three in the morning.
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 | (I told you she could hear us from there!)
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 | (Quiet, let's just start the show.)
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 | Ahem. Welcome to Behind the Scenes, the television equivalent of an own goal. I'm Gilgamesh, along with Ultros, Odin, Morte, and our host, Chisato Madison!
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 | Yes, welcome. Well, it's World Cup season, and you know what that means - most of the guests are going to talk about it. Yay.
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 | Not you, too.
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 | I'm sorry, but any activity that allows personal contact but also forbids it isn't a sport. And sliding on your knees, that's not "tackling", that's a dance move.
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 | Remind me not to go dancing with you, then.
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 | Our first guests are from Light. Hello, Kid and Kashell.
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 | Hello.
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 | Oy! Go Socceroos!
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 | Socceroos?
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 | Nickname for Australia's team. They don't suck, in case the cheering from a Chrono Cross character confused you.
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 | Will wonders never cease. Well, Kashell, you're now one of the last bastions defending us from the evil of Golden Sun...
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 | Stop that. Do you know how bigoted you sound? "The evil of Golden Sun" indeed. Why can't you show respect to others?
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 | Because being nice and friendly doesn't interest the viewers?
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 | Bah.
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 | So, what are your plans for victory?
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 | Come on, it's not like I'm a complicated fighter. I hit things hard with my sword over and over until they're dead. The only difference is when and how I hit them.
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 | Hmm... your arrogance has receded.
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 | I'm this close to heading back to Middle, sir. I won't let anything stop me from doing my best.
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 | That sounds like loser talk ta me.
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 | Why you...
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 | Hey, break it up.
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 | Um, chief, you do know who Kid is, right?
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 | Oh, silly me. Carry on.
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 | Hey!
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 | I certainly don't miss that part of the division.
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 | ...
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 | Not you again.
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 | ...?
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 | No, the other one.
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 | Me?
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 | Uh oh, we've got a bitter "Light upgrader" rant coming up.
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 | Shut up.
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 | Oh, great comeback. I can see your lack of sleep has done wonders for your wit.
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 | Grr... take this!
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 | *sigh*
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 | Tell me about it. So, you're one of the very few undefeated duellers in the league right now. How's that working out?
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 | I suppose it's not bad, considering the alternative.
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 | True. You think Silent Lake will be enough to take down Alma?
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 | I hope so... it'd be pretty sad if I lost to a cleric like her with it.
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 | ...
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 | Bah, you're just saying that to be nice.
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 | ...
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 | So, do you like football?
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 | ...
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 | You know, interviewing the quiet ones gets boring after the fifth time.
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 | Indeed.
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 | Want to feed her to Penance?
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 | Sure. Odin, you take Heavy.
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 | Really? Finally, a chance to do some real work.
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 | Give us five minutes and a couple of dozen pints of lager and we could fix that problem for you.
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 | No, no... go ahead and have your fun. Now, let's see who we have...
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 | Great. I'm getting interviewed by the third-string team.
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 | Now, don't be like that.
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 | It's Odin. This is the Behind the Scenes equivalent of winning the lottery and finding out the the prize is less than you paid for the ticket.
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 | Hey!
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 | Well, it's true.
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 | So, Sabin, um... (gotta think of a topic...) Ah! What do you think of soccer?
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 | It's boring, but you can't help but admire the conditioning of those who play it.
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 | Agreed. I know I couldn't do it.
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 | Really?
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 | Yes, really. Now if you'll excuse me, I have someplace to be that isn't here.
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 | He's getting a big head now that he's so close to a third final, isn't he.
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 | I guess. He does have the right to be a little proud, though.
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 | Pride goes before the fall, as they say.
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 | That's pretty wise.
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 | I was groomed to be royalty. They don't allow for idiots.
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 | Hahahaha!
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 | Then again...
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 | Ow, my aching cranium...
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 | Now what did we learn, Morte?
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 | Don't insult the person in charge until you're out of range.
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 | Close enough. Um, what are you doing here, Luca? You're not scheduled to be on.
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 | There's a big bash at Seventh Heaven going on. Apparently FIFA's finally going to let kaiju play for Japan in the tournament.
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 | REALLY!?
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 | It's about darn time. Screw the interviews and close up the shop, people - the first round's on me!
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 | Sweet! I just hope Godzilla doesn't job like he did with Charles Barkley.
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 | 5 gil says I can drink you under the table before I bash you over the head with it.
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 | You're on, oh foolish one.
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 | Hmm... senseless violence and drinking. You know, I could learn to like this game.
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 | Just as long as they don't go singing... Goodnight. |