 | YES! Finally, it's my time in the spotlight! I'll show them all!!!!
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 | What on earth is he going on about?
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 | Oh, hey chief. You didn't hear? Odin finally got in this season.
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| We're never going to hear the end of his bragging if he wins, are we?
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| And who dares stand against the Lord of All Gods? Some fancy colored bird!? HAH! I'll tear it apart! I'll stuff a pillow with it's feathers! I'll..
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 | Doesn't look like he's waiting for a win to start.
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| Ugh. Let's just get things started, alright? Someone send in the Godlikes.
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 | What? You're not going to beat him into shutting up?
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| Who are you and what have you done with Chisato?
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| Don't start with me. I just woke up feeling a little sick is all. Don't feel like getting Odin blood on me today.
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| You woke up feeling sick? Uh...you wouldn't happen to be having any weird cravings, would you?
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| Well now that you mention it, I could go for some calimari.
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| Shutting up now.
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| Smart. Now someone get the Godlikes out here.
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| Godlikes!? Pah! Why waste your time with mere pretenders while a TRUE God stands already in your midst!?
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 | Well, I see Odin is in fine form this morning.
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| Aha, Brahms! How unfortunate that you would be fighting in the same season as I. I shall enjoy triumphing over you in the upgrade
pools!
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| ...I see. Miss Chisato, shall I silence this excuse for a god?
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| Would you?
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| Of course. Pokeball, go!
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 | HOOOOOO!!!
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| What? Since when do you fight with pokemon?
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| So you seek to test me before our match, do you? Then die!
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| I took up pokemon training between seasons as a hobby. It's quite easy, really. Anyway, Ho-Oh, use Sacred Fire!
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| OHHHHHHH!
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| Argh! My pants are on fire, my pants are on fire!
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| Hah, only the icy colds of Muspleheim can put out Ho-Oh's fires. You'll never make it there before you burn to a crisp!
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| That's what you think! Haaaaaaa!
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| Aaaaand he's gone. But I thought Muspleheim was all fire?
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| And you would be correct.
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| I'll give that one six thumbs up. Best Odin owning I've seen in awhile.
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| Why thank you. And if that's all, I'll take my leave now. I need to prepare for my match with someone far more fearsome then Odin.
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| You mean that mute kid with the giant head?
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| The very one. Ho-Oh, return!
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| Hoooo!
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| Well, that's Godlike, and I suppose Odin and the bird can count for Heavy, so onto our Middle guests.
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| Actually, you're forgetting a Godlike. We've still got Emolicious over there booked for an interview.
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| Who?
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 | Me! He's talking about me you harridan! I demand my rightful recognition!
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| Oh, right. So, onto Middle then?
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| Hey, you can't just ignore me like that!
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| Ooh, burn.
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| Righto. Introducing our Middle guests, last season's Light Champion Palom, and for the first time in 38 seasons, Kasim Hazil.
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 | Ah, "champion Palom". I like the sound of that.
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 | Um, isn't someone going to see to that whining man over there?
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| I am not whining!
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| You want to give him your air time?
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| I suppose not.
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| So Palom, how do you plan to handle Silmeria? She may be the weakest valkyrie but when the others are Lenneth and the new and improved Hrist, that's not saying much.
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| Eh, I'll just blow her up with some spells, maybe turn her into a frog. It's not like I can actually lose to some stupid ho with a bow.
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| Hmph. I'd tell you to mind your manners boy, but it's clear you have neither manners nor mind.
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| Burn.
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| Hey, watch it old man. You're talking to a champion! I'll turn you into a pig and barbeque...
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| Bratapult fire!
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| ...yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!
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| Was that really necessary? The threats of a loudmouthed child do not frighten, nor insult me in the least.
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| Oh, that wasn't for you mustache. That was just all the Palom I could stand after last season. Who booked him again for this week anyway?
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| Hey, all you people stop ignoring me!
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| Morte.
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| What? I can't get enough of watching that kid get beat down.
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| Hmm, alright, I can let that slide then. Anyway, Kasim, any big plans for your first ever match?
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| I shall fight with honor and overwhelm my opponent with all the experience of my many years of fighting.
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| Uh huh. And when, excuse me, if that doesn't work?
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| Then I will have fought my best and I have no regrets.
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| Hey, can I have your sword if you lose?
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| No.
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| Aw. Well, nice having you. Onto the Lights then?
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| LIGHTS!? You still haven't finished Godlike yet! Interview me!
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| Light it is. Miranda and Renault, come on out.
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| STOP THAT!
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 | Greetings.
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 | You're enjoying that way too much, Chisato.
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| You expected anything else?
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| From you, how could she?
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| Oh like you don't, armboy. Anyway, Miranda, you're new to the DL. How do you think you'll fare against Renault here.
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| It's Renault. That's about as close to a free pass as you get without fighting Jogurt.
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| Harsh words. Renault?
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| Honestly, I wouldn't be too certain of your chances against even that notable. I'll just counter her to death with holy magic.
It's pretty much what I do.
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| Burn.
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| I swear if you say that one more time I'm going to turn you into a codpiece for Emolicious over there.
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| My name is Emelious! EMELIOUS!
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| Sure it is. Anyway, would you care to say a few words about your match?
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| You...you're going to interview me now?
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| Sure, you've got the rest of the show all to yourself.
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| All ten seconds of it.
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| Ten seconds? You can't interview someone as important as myself in just ten...
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| Oh, and time's up! Enjoy the fights folks, and have a great week. This is Gilgamesh, signing off!
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| YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS!!!!
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