| Hey, fellas, can I ask you a question?
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| No.
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| Nope.
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| What did he say? I wasn't paying attention.
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| My ears are stuffed with hundred dollar bills.
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| That sounds painful.
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| Yeah, but it's tax-deductible. With the laws I just created. By using Money.
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| Any new tricks after summarizing your personality in 3 sentences?
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| No, not really.
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| Anyway, I have a serious problem and I need the advice of my friends and co-workers, you see...
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| Nobody cares, Odin.
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| Yeah, why does everything have to be about you?
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| That's great, Odin. I'm glad to hear it. Who wants some pizza?
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| Not now, Morte, after the show. That is, if King Odin is willing to let us get on with our jobs instead of standing out listening to his sob story.
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| If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go weep in the corner.
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| Yeah, it's not like we need help or anything.
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| What is that guy's problem?
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| Wait, we're doing the show?
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| You're damn right.
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| It's that time again! Eliminations have provided us with a tough field of battle-hungry warriors, and we now begin pruning the weak and watching the greatest of them grow with the fertilizer of victory and the potting soil of the duelling league! And now that I've completely lost you all with horribly mangled metaphors involving gardening, allow me to welcome our two Godlike guests this week. Say hello to Myria and Ellen!
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| Another week, another crushing victory. Yawn.
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| Hi Nate.
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| Ellen.
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| Let's start with you, Ellen. Myria's one of the most successful duellers in DL history. How do you plan to fight?
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| The same as I always do, sword in hand and the power of summoning monsters with the power of the brain.
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| Of course, those punk kids just shoot them out nowadays...
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| Right. Anyway, I can take care of myself. It's not the first demon I've fought.
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| It's a little bit more complicated than that. I can outlast you, outdamage you, outfight you, out everything. I'm more than any demon, I'm the demon, and don't you forget it.
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| With Nike, I'm not afraid of a little fight. What are victory goddesses, for, eh?
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| I'm also a goddess!
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| You can't be a demon and a goddess at the same time!
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| I can be anything I want to be!
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| You can certaintly be a moron.
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| Talk is cheap. I'll see you in the arena, sister.
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| I'll make sure and get you a booster for your seat when you see me get the Godlike Championship.
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| Meow!
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| Hiyo!
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| Thanks for stopping by. Next up, Galcian and Legretta.
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| Say there, you're that chick obsessed with Van, aren't you?
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| I wouldn't put it that way, but...
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| Yeah that's great. Listen, how'd you like a new job as Crazy Female Minion? I've been in the market since the last one didn't turn out so well when she crashed a ship into my face. Heh.
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| Uh, no thanks.
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| I have a really spiffy looking ship.
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| Really, I'm happy right here.
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| Oh, come on, it's such a sausage fest without her around.
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| Pipe down, Galcian, she's clearly not interested.
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| Offer's still open. Look, you girls have a ball. I'm gonna go stick some ads up on walls or something.
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| What a weirdo. Welp, time to go back to work on my Van shrine. Just a few more days until that statue made out of his hair is complete!
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| And we didn't even talk about the match. Fantastic.
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| Allow me. 'Look at me, I'm Galcian, I have a cape and instant death blah blah blah blah blah"
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| "Checkout the medicore boss character, blah blah blah blah"
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| "Oh no, blocks my Instant Death, guess it's time to go sulk in my escape pod like a little girl WAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH"
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| Eerily accurate. Right, I think that's enough. Come on out, Jude and Nergal!
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| Hello! I am here to fight for Friendship and Hope and also Adults vs. Kids and shooting things with big guns!
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| And I thought Eliwood sucked.
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| So how do you see things going, Jude?
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| First, I shoot. Then, boss explosion. Next: Candy!
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| I'm confident my dark magic will tear apart this little boy. Man, that sounds really awkward. But shutting his gob should be pretty fun.
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| Agreed. But what about your speed difference?
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| Feh, I have enough HP to compensate. It's not like he's packing a Light weapon in that gun thingy, anyway.
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| But Light cuts thorugh darkness with shining blades and magical machinery because you never give up!
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| Also, I'm going to wring that punk's scrawny little neck.
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| I wish you luck. So, to conclude this week's BtS, we have two Lights, ME and some other guy.
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| I'm Asch, the charred remains of the-
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| Shush, you, they want to hear more about me and how I'm going to pummel you to a flaming pulp.
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| Another Tales of guy, Chisato? For shame.
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| Like you really expected me to not do this.
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| She's got a pont.
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| Plus, I'm so much better than that prancing ginger. I can change equipment, for one thing.
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| I can't help it, the it's all glued to my body. I also glued this expression on my face.
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| That explains lots of things, really.
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| So how did that happen?
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| Lost a bet.
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| What would have happened if you had won?
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| Sync would have had to eat his own face.
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| Okay, that's pretty awesome. Asch, you're alright.
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| I'm still trying to get him to do it.
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| Maybe we can convince him if we make him cry long enough. It'll be fun trying, anyway.
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| Well, I guess we're done here...?
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| Well, yeah. Shut it down, people, I'm going to go get drunk with Ellen.
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| Let's go, people!
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| See you next Saturday! Hopefully with me still in the running. Until then, farewell! |