 | I don't know what to believe anymore.
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 | Black is white! Up is down! Cookies are no longer delicious!
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 | Blasphemy!
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| Okay, maybe I wouldn't go that far, but still. Odin got a win. Odin. Got. A. Win.
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| I'm frightened.
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| He could get a championship!
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| DON'T SAY THAT!
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| Please don't let that happen.
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 | Just think, Morte-Odin has a better record than you. Odin.
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| I was only in one fight!
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 | So was I.
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| Odin.
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| Gil. So, guys, now that I've gotten a win, and forever erased the shame of my past, it's time for something different.
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| Different?
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| SILENCE! I give you....
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| This could get ugly.
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| .....A PARTY IN MY HONOR! Come on, guys, have some cake!
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| All of a sudden I feel a new found respect for our janitor. One built on the supplying of confectionary treats.
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 | Looks like I got here just in time. Step aside, Octo-boy, before you slime yourself all over the frosting.
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| ....I really wish I still had a digestive system.
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| Got you covered, buddy! Have some ghost cake!
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| I...*sniff*
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| That doesn't exist.
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| It does if you believe.
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| Thank you, Odin, for the food, but we still need to put on a show, people. I'll guard the cake.
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| Stupid job. Okay, people, finish the cake and let's go.
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| Awww. Okay, I'm ready. Having several limbs with swords means you can cut and eat cake very quickly.
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| Mrfapgha
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| It's not plankton, fishbrain, you have to chew it.
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| Urf.
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| Close enough. Let's do this.
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| Season 38, Week 2 is upon us, readers, and we here at Behind the Scenes are here to provide you with the in-depth interviews that have made us the target of so many lawsuits! To start, we have, Rhapthorne, and, from Digital Devil Saga, Heat!
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 | HAHAHAHAH!
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 | Tch...this is gonna be a cinch.
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| You sound awfully confident, Heat.
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| Look at him. Is that the king of the demons? You wouldn't believe the stuff I had to go through in the Junkyard. And they certaintly didn't look like some stupid cartoon. I had to fight a Zebra. With Gills. That shot fire.
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| HAH! I will not be beaten by some Day-Glo Haired second-banana! I will crush him with my magical wand! Besides, if you want true horror, try looking at Marcello's mullet.
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| ....Point.
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| Ewwwwwwwww. Get out of here! You're ruining my appetite for the cake! Ugh. So...who do we have for heavies?
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 | It is I, Chisato! The White Wolf cannot stay away from his dear fans for any longer! Where is that foul Zemeckis? If I can best him in combat here, in front of all my adoring fans, I can-SPLORT!
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 | OHHHHH!
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 | Ho-Oh, return!
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| Where the hell did you get a pokemon from?
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| Some punk kid. It's funny, once you mention causing undescribable pain to Vaynard everybody chips in. Annyway, I think I'll turn him over to the kid once I return the bird. I think a few days of 'power of friendship' speeches and overwhelming cuteness will do him good.
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| Eep.
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 | Poor bastard.
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| Thoughts on the match, guys?
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| I have plenty of respect for Geddoe, especially compared to the Skirted Wonder here. But I still think I have the edge in durability, and he can't use Hammer of Raijin forever.
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| With my True Lightening Rune and own attacks, it should be a good fight. I'll do my best, in any case.
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| Sounds like it's going to be quite the match. Thanks for your time, and for whipping up on Vaynard.
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| I helped myself to some of your cake, so consider it a fair trade.
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| Wiegraf? Chester?
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 | Hi.
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 | Finally in. Took long enough.
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| Yeah, I've been out a while, too.
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| At least you were ranked. I had to hang out with people like Onix.
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| I hear he's quite the conversationalist.
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| Oh, no doubt. I always went to his lectures. But he always ends up chipping off part of his rocks on the floor and never picks it up. It's a nightmare to clean up, I assure you.
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| The match?
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| Holy Sword. Win.
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| Good luck getting in range, chump. I can turn you into a noseless pincushion in seconds.
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| A noseless pincushion? So...a regular pincushion?
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| .....shut up!
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| Idiot. This is going to be like eating babies. And I'd know, since I'm a villain and all.
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| Not like you're a Mensa member yourself, Mr. Walk Right Out In Front Of The Enemy With No Support.
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| I..but...ARRRGAK;DHASGD;AL
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 | KYO!
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| Whoops. Pokeball slipped.
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| I'm not complaining. Let's wrap this up. Lights out, please.
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 | This is gonna be great!
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 | Good day.
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| Awfully cute. I'm liking this more and more.
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| ...?
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| My special abilities will finally be put to the test!
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| Dirty old bat. Talk about the match before I knock your eyes out of your head.
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| Well, come on. There's no way that she can survive my axe! And her sword will barely dent my defenses!
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| With Lucretia to advise me, I cannot lose!
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| Are you...close, to this Lucretia.
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| Of course! We are the best of friends!
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| Oh yeah, this is gonna be good.
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| Gross.
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| Double gross.
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| Set fire to the beard.
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| NO! NOT THE BEARD! WITHOUT IT I'M POWERLESS! NOOOOOOOOOOOO!
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| For two bad hips he sure can escape fast.
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| And we're free to eat some cake!
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| Indeed.
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| And that's all the time we have for Behind the Scenes, where the power of cake rules over all! Until next time!
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| FROOOOOSTING!
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Signors, welcome to the RPG Dueling League, an online community dedicated to pitting the fiercest, most PASSIONATE competitors from the RPG world against each other in a battle of fighting skill, and then democratically deciding who wins. I am your humble host, Morrie, and it is my pleasure to introduce you to the Arena, or as I like to call it, THE MONSTROUS PIT!!!