 | So I've been thinking about this season's finals.
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 | What about 'em?
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| Well, the DL is full of bishies, girly men, manly women and all sorts of horrid deformed monsters, right?
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| Yeah. And?
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| Well, even considering all of that, this might be the single most gender vague finals we've seen yet. Seriously, Zophar and Jenna Angel. Can you give me a definitive answer on either one of them?
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| Um...no. No I can't.
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| So, suppose they were to start making out in the middle of the match. How would we classify that?
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| I...don't...know...
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 | OKAY, and that's enough of that. Positions people, we need to get this show started.
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| Thanks for the save there, Cheif. That line of conversation was starting to disturb even me, and I'm a tentacle monster.
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| ...
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 | Speaking of disturbing...
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 | Who's disturbing what now? Anyway, we've got a situation out there, boss. Gale's trying to eat the other guests.
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| Yeesh. Alright, Morte, go take a look and see if you can do anything about it.
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| What? Why me? Send Odin or something.
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| Sure thing, then you can take over as the janitor for the rest of the day.
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| Uh, nevermind, I'm gonna go take a look and see what's going on.
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 | Braiiiiiinnnnssss
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 | Gah, get away from me!
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 | Hey Ric, can you play that song Sera uses to calm these boys down?
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 | I'm afraid I do not know that one, senior.
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 | EEEEEEEK!!!! OHMYGODIT'SGOTME HEEEEEELLLLLPPPP!!!!
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| Braaaaaiiiinnns...braaaains? Braaaiiiins....
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| Huh? Why'd he just let me go?
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 | Personally, I'm not surprised at all...
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| So what's the situation?
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| Looks like Gale's turned into some sort of zombie.
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| You can tell the difference?
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| Sure. He passed on eating Rutee, where a demon would have just eaten her anyway. And the whole stumbling around going 'braaaaiiiinnnsss' thing was a bit of a tip off.
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| Point. Okay, so what are we going to do about it?
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| Well I'm not going out there, that's for sure.
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| If Ted and Lassic haven't put him down by now, then he's got to be stronger then normal. We need a plan.
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| Why not just let him eat everyone out there and wait for him to wander off?
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| Man, I don't wanna clean all that mess up.
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 | Okay, what's the hold up in here people? The show was supposed to have started by now.
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| Oh, hey boss. We've got a situation on our hands. Well, your hands. I don't have any.
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| 'Sokay, I've got enough for the both of us.
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| Yeah, but do you have enough for me too? I mean, I've got lots of arms, sure, but no hands.
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| ...why am I even addressing you clowns? Chisato, what's going on here?
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| Gale's out there trying to eat people. He's apparently turned into a zombie, and the heavies haven't managed to kill him yet so we think he might be an invincible zombie.
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| So why haven't you done something about it yet?
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| Um, well, we were still figuring that out.
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| Useless, all of you. Move, I'll clear him out myself.
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| Judgment! Black Shadow! Dammit, why won't anything work!?
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| Urg, he's too strong. Why can't we kill a mere middle? Why!?
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| Don't give up yet! First Aid!
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| Dammit, where are the goons who work here? Why aren't they helping?
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| BRAAAAIIIIINNNNSSSS!
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| ARRRGHH!
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| Tch, he got Ricardo again. Rutee!
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| I'm running on empty here, I can't cast Raise Dead again!
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| BRAAAIIIINS!!!!
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| Is...is this the end?
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| If there's any cavalry out there waiting for just the right moment, this would be it...
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| Well, since you asked so nicely.
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| BRAINS!
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| What? Is that Boris Karloff and Vincent Price I see in the parking lot!?
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| !!!
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| Huh? Why'd he just dive out the window?
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| Hey, I know those names from somewhere...oh. OH. Hah! Good thinking, Nate.
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| Uh, mind filling the rest of us in?
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| Certainly. No ridiculous horror cliché, such as a brain eating zombie, could pass up on the chance to meet those two notables. Of course, they aren't actually there, and now that he's outside I'm shielding the building and calling for the heavy artillery. If this doesn't do the trick, nothing will.
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| I'm still not sure I get it, but whatever. If you've got everything in hand, I'm gonna go lie down.
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| What kind of firepower you calling in?
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| Myria on a sugar rush.
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| That...should do the trick nicely, yes. Allow me to assist you in the clean up.
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| Um...boss? You still alive out here? Is it safe yet?
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| Hey, there you are. About time you knuckleheads showed up.
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| Yeah, it's safe now. No thanks to you cowards.
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| Uh, well, y'see, hey, how about those interviews? Rutee, a lot of people say you're long overdue to get that middle championship. Think you can beat Gale for it? Well, once he's over whatever the hell this was, anyway.
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| Ohmigod, I totally forgot about the match! I need to go get ready, there's betting scams to set up, tickets to buy up and scalp off, too much to do! I'll see you guys later, I've gotta go!
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| Nice save.
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| Thanks. Er, wait, you're not mad?
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| Heck, if I wasn't in the room where he started going nuts, I'd have stayed hidden too.
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| So I guess that's it for the show, huh?
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| Looks like. So, want to go see if there's anything decent to drink in the break room while Nate and Lassic wrap this up?
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| Sounds like a plan to me. Hey, Ultros, has that camera over there been on the whole time?
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| Looks like. Well, lemme switch this off and |
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