 | That was one exciting week. Zidane almost managed to succeed at something, perversion ran amok, and I got to beat the ever-loving crap out that fat prince guy. Gets my tentacles tingling just thinking about it!
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 | Yeah, yeah, it was all fun and games for you guys. Try cleaning it all up. Not only do you have all the blood, the bone, the bits of brain, but more than few of them ended up losing control over involuntary functions. I don't know what Sten had eaten beforehand...
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 | Ugh. Why do I always walk in during Odin's discussion of his job?
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 | Why do you care what Odin says?
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 | The boss has got a point. Anyway, now that we've got the Nanjo Corporation breathing down our neck, I think we're going to have to tone down our ideas for the remainder of Season XXX. Not that we could really top the whole NPC fiasco, anyway. I think I destroyed my VCR replaying the Cecilia and Yuna fight.
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 | That's what solid gold DVDs made out of platinum and endangered animals are for. Anyway, you're right. In order to keep our standards of decency, and also to provide more attractive targets for ridicule and scorn, I've decided to hire Duran to 'guard' the pit below us. Should any of you step out of line, or if I get bored, or if you say the magic word, you'll be dropped down below to enjoy the company of him and that Fairie creature. Did I mention that the room is full of whipped cream?
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 | ....I have a whole new appreciation for working here. Speaking of which, I suppose we better get started. Everybody get ready.
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 | Camera-Ready
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 | Sound-Ready
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 | Sex Appeal-Ready
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 | Sex ap-Damn!
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 | Hello, readers, and welcome to Week 2 of Season XXX! We here at Behind the Scenes are ready to give you the best we have to offer in mockery, shame, insults, and random acts of violence. We might also have some interviewing, if we can fit it in.
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 | First victims, front and center!
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 | Hey, I'm no victim, I'm the Best!
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 | ...
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 | Jecht, Xenobia, welcome. Jecht, how do you think this fight is going to go?
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 | Well, first I'll hit her with my sword. Then..I guess I'll hit her with my sword again. Have I mentioned that I'm best? Also, do you have any spare change?
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 | Not for you, Rummy. Xenobia, any rebuttal?
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 | ...
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 | What's with her?
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 | Oh, I think that's part of her punishment. She has to do what Edge says, and I guess he told her to take a vow of silence. Part of his chauvinism or something.
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 | If you knew that, why did you have her on?
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 | So I could do this, of course.
*SPLASH*
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 | INTRUDER!!! ULTIMATE CREAM ARMAGHEDDON! WHEE I'M HYPER!
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 | Hee! This is sorta like the time when Undine and I had too much to drink and...
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 | ...AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHH! EVERY SINUS PACKED WITH CREAM!!
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 | ...So evil.
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 | The best part is that she technically broke the vow of silence, so now she has to give Edge a massage and hit on Piastol.
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 | Wow. Season XXX brings out the best in all of us!
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 | I don't mean to interupt the torture, but can we hurry it up? This lunk keeps on asking me to go into Bunny Girl form.
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 | Hunk, I said! And it's only fair that you dress up to go out with a playboy such as me!
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 | You're about three more words away from a bullet sandwich, except instead of bread you get more bullets and instead of cheese you get some more bullets and it's basically all bullets going into your mouth.
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 | That's what she s-BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM
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 | Exeunt Vigoro.
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 | Good job. You may stay out of the pit.
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 | Odin, dump Vigoro's corpse in the hatch. Somebody get the Middle duellers out here!
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 | I can feel the waves of destiny crashing all round me. This Middle Season will be mine, mark my words!
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 | You won't be winning anything, you little brat! All you young pups will learn to obey your elders by the time I'm done with you!
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 | L'Arachel, you seem confident. Not expecting any trouble from the Third Class Pilot?
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 | No way! That icky old man won't stand in my way!
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 | 'Icky"? Heh, sister, this is Season XXX! The Season of Lowered Expectations! Aww yeah! With all this perversion in the air dates are plentiful. Speaking of which, want to go to a movie?
The Brahne Witch Project is supposed to be exellent.
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 | I'd love t-wait a minute! Must...resist..lowered..standards...
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 | Not on my watch!
*SPLASH*
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 | SUPER CREAM FRIENDS FOREVER!!!!
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 | This is somehow -worse- than all that Adults vs. Children stuff. I think I'll go off in a corner and cry.
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 | Thank you, helmeted stranger. Clearly Destiny has meant for us to be together!
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 | I'm married to my work. Also Rennac has made it clear that nobody is to touch you, and there's no way I'm going up against that Godlike RES.
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 | Wise decision. One time Rennac called his kid fat, and he totally cried. Power of the Gods, I tell you.
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 | Whew...that lowered standards stuff is dangerous. Let's hurry up and do the Lights and get out of here.
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 | Hi! ^_^
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 | Oh, am I going to enjoy fighting you.
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 | Don't be a meanie. We should be friends! ^_^
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 | Do I look like an otherwordly Ninja to you? It's not happening.
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 | Strong words. But can you back them up in the arena?
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 | She's the Chosen One. They always die. Always. Besides, it's season XXX. She'll probably get captured by some pervert halfway through the match.
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 | Not as long as I have this reptile skin! See? ^_^
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 | Agh getawaygetawaygetaway!
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 | You know, I may have underestimated you. Also, I think I'm going to barf. That's all we have for you on Behind the Scenes. This is Chisato, signing-URPH!
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 | Cameras off, blackmail engaged!
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 | I am NEVER going to keep my mop clean, am I? |