 | I'm Morte-fied. To lose... here...?
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 | I should fire you for that pun.
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 | Huh. Last week you were just threatening to de-Morte me for them.
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 | I'd beat up Morte right now, but the embarassment of losing to Odin in anything should-
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 | Yeah, yeah. Shut up. Gilgamesh, bring out the guests, let's get this over with.
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 | Fine. Hold on a sec.
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 | Boss, for completely shaming Morte, can I take the day off?
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 | No.
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 | It's more fun to crush a jubilant soul than a constantly Mop-ey one. You may not leave.
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 | That and Ultros is already on vacation.
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 | Drat. Since when did he get vacations?
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 | Since he set up the entire studio, interview schedule, script and other various plans by himself for today.
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 | Finally, you people finish watching that stupid lightshowthing.
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 | It's a computer screen. We went over this three times already.
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 | Whatever. So. Interview?
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 | Sure, whatever. Lloyd. What made you choose this path in life?
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 | Well, I-
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 | Fascinating. And you, Jenna?
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 | Die.
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 | Excellent. Let's g-URK!
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 | Good form, Jenna.
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 | Thanks. I've been practicing a Bhairava in Human Form technique. It should assist me greatly.
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 | So your battle plan consists simply of Bhairava?
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 | Put succinctly, yes.
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 | As for me, I-ARGH!
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 | Gilgamesh. How pathetic do you have to be to miss such a simple stab at Jenna?
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 | There was blood in my eye. Sue m-URK!
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 | Any more and you pay for the healing, Jenna.
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 | Whatever.
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 | Stop channeling Squall, Jenna. Next two, Gilgamesh?
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 | He's gurgling blood. Seems to be trying to say something.
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 | Well, whatever it is, it gets to wait. Next two, come on out!
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 | Hi. Jeremy's not here.
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 | Really? Tell us, dear, why isn't he?
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 | Well, last I checked, he tried to ambush the waiting room. Shot two missles, which both missed me, and then got Eliwood's sword, scabbard and all, stuck in his throat.
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 | Alright. Guess that says a lot about your battle rightthere. Middle? Middle, come out here~
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 | Hmph. Well, at least Eliwood and that fool are good for something.
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 | Indeed. He seemed about as useful as Cecil at first.
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 | Actually, I had to grab Eliwood's scabbard and throw it at Jeremy. He was asleep.
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 | Ah, Ravvy-poo! I've been looking for you!
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 | Much to my dismay. What do you want?
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 | I'm holding a party at the castle two weeks from now! You and your darling girlfriend simply must attend!
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 | Girlfriend? Uh. Lucius isn't-
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 | I'M NOT HIS-
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 | And you, Kain! Bring that dashing young woman with you! You must be so proud of her success in the DL!
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 | ...Right. My plan is to stab her and you with one motion, Raven. Yours?
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 | Slash your wrists after slashing hers.
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 | Excellent. A tripartite death. Tell the world we died to stop the monstrously cheery Chisato, Lyn!
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 | You two have fun with that.
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 | CHAAARG-urk.
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 | mommy...
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 | Now, now, no getting rowdy on the set...!
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 | Ultros also earns an extra day's vacation for this. Even when on tranquilizers and anti-depressants, Chisato is a killing machine. Good to know that she's "volunteered" to have those meds and these revivals paid for out of her check.
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 | So -THAT'S- why she seemed so spacy during BtS.
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 | Uh. Don't you mean, "why she seems so spacy right now?" Since this is BtS and all?
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 | No, we were playing BtS.
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 | ...what?
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 | And while Odin attempts to explain this, how about you invite the remaining guests out, Chisato?
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 | Okay! Jogurt, Zahhak! Come on out, wherever you are!
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 | ...and with that, I run for the hills.
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 | I, BAAL, SHALL CRUSH THIS PUNY WORLD, AND THIS WEAKLING YOU HAVE PITTED ME AGAINST STANDS NO CHANCE AGAINST ME.
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 | Blah blah blah crushing worlds blah blah blah. Hey, Chisato, watch! The pipsqueak's aerodynamic!
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 | AAAAAIIIIIIIIII-
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 | Ooh, nice throw, Zahhak! Right onto Gilgy's sword! Three points! You're my hero!
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 | Poor sword, such failure contaminating it...
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 | So now do you see? We were playing BtS - Civilization 4 Beyond the Sword - before BtS - Behind the Scenes - started.
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 | I see. And what about this mess?
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 | Morte can take care of it, patch Gilgamesh up and drag Chisato away from Zahhak. Maybe.
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 | You're the janit-
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 | I pounded you into Morte-r, from which I founded my kingdom! YOU MUST KNEEL!
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 | Rrrrrrgh, the puns! Fine. I'll do it. But I demand a rematch! |