| Come on! Please please please please please!
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| For the last time, I'm not interviewing you.
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| You used to interview Ultros and Gilgamesh when they showed up!
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| The thing about that is, they weren't you.
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| Yeah. Why don't you think these things through, Odin?
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| People are actually interested in what we have to say.
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| But..but..but...
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| Look, Odin. You want to get interviewed? Eat your own fist.
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| ...what?
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| 5,000 gil says he can't get past the second knuckle.
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| I'll take that. He's got a hungry look about him today.
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| You can't seriously expect me to-
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| Take it or leave it.
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| ....You're on.
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| Splendid! Here's the contract. Sign here, initial there.
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| Where the hell did that come from?
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| Eh, you spend enough time in Persona games, you always have contracts handy.
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| Okay, Odin, you have from when I start the show to when I introduce the Heavy victims. Ready...set...GO! Hello once again, Readers! Season 50 enters the second stage of eliminations today, and the misfits at Behind the Scenes have this week's contestants all lined up and ready to talk. And as a special bonus, Odin is currently attempting self-cannibalism!
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| Mrpghgda!
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| Well put, Odin. To get things started, we have Terra and Berle!
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| BEEP BEEP BOOP BOOP
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| That couldn't get any more generic if you tried.
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| Says the amnesiac former soldier with a mysterious past who happens to have super powers.
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| Say, what is Odin up to now?
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| He's successfully reached the first knuckle!
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| He's got a lot of heart, this kid. Also, hey Terra.
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| So now that we've got that out of the way, let's discuss your fight.
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| It's a good thing Berle wasn't programmed to feel pain, because I'm going to blow up to bits.
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| MY INVINCIBILITY SHOULD BE MORE THAN SUFFICENT. I NOTICE YOU LACK A SIMILAR MOVE.
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| Don't need one, when all you can do is sit there and splutter. You can't hurt me when I can drain back anything you try.
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| YOU HAVE ABOUT AS MUCH OF A CHANCE OF BEATING ME AS ODIN DOES OF EATING HIS FIST.
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| I dunno, man, he's up to the second knuckle already.
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| Damn!
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| Pay up, sucker.
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| Crap, better act fast! Okay, get lost both you. Quick!
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| WAIT! HAVE YOU HEARD WHAT CYRIL'S BEEN UP TO LATELY? I SWEAR, SOMETIMES HE JUST...
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| OUT!
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| THat was...interesting. Good luck Odin!
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| Hrmgpagh?
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| Almost to the third knuckle...
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| And he COULD. GO. ALL. THE. WAY.!
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| IT'S DOWN THE THROAT!
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| AAAAAAAAARRGGGGHGHHKSAGDADSG!
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| And he's down for the count.
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| Looks like Odin could quite bite the hand that fed him.
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| That doesn't even make any sense.
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| Looks like you should shut the hell up!
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| Looks like Odin needed oxygen to survive. Who knew? Okay, next up...
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| Wait! He swallowed his own fist, as promised. Let's have the interview.
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| You can't possibly be serious.
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| There was a contract and everything!
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| Yes, but he's unconscious.
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| So?
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| Fine. Whatever. So, Odin, what's your opinion on the match?
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| ...
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| Fascinating.
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| ...
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| Why yes, Lyn sure is a moron, isn't she?
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| ...
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| Thank you for your time. Lyn?
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| ...
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| And the ellipses keep on coming. Get out.
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| But-
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| OUT! What are you gonna talk about, how fast you stab people? We know.
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| I was also gonna talk about how fast I cut people, but fine. Be that way.
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| Well, that was stupid.
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| This is my first time here, so I'm not sure what to do...
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| Run while there's still time!
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| Hahaha, I like you. You're silly.
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| Ah, fresh meat. So, Jessica, what exactly do you bring to the table?
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| Well, I can heal, attack with my bag, use magic...
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| ...are frail, run out of resources quick, and has to deal with charge times for everything.
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| Wow! You're good at this!
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| Meanwhile, I shoot things.
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| Oh. Too bad. Does stuff at least explode?
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| Oh, I imagine something's going to blow up. Kneecaps, for example...
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| Yay!
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| Well, I think we should cut this short considering alll the time we wasted on Godlike and Heavy. You're free to go.
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| I need to find myself a Medium...
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| You can't go like 5 feet without stumbling over the Medium of Pointy Rocks or Mossy Trees or whatever.
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| Speaking of Shooting things...
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| Speaking of easy minibosses...
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| Ouch. You just burned yourself.
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| I..I know. I'm just so desperately lonely...
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| You need more money. Money can very easily buy you friends.
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| That's what I've been saying!
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| Nobody will hire me aymore. Ozzy never returns my calls. Something about a 'cat problem'.
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| Annnnyway, let's start talking about me. Namely, how I'm going to fill this sad sack full of holes with my handy little pistol.
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| Yeah, probably.
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| Dude, cheer up. At least you're not a weird man/woman thing.
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| That's true...
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| Plus you don't wind being being defeated by a random switch.
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| Right....
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| Also, umm...you got to live in a cool castle?
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| It was pretty cool. You're right! I need to look forward, not backward! Upward, not downward! And twirling, always twirling towards victory!
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| That's the spirit! Now get the hell out of my studio!
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| Yes ma'am!
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| Well, glad we got that settled. Magdalen!
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| Yes, miss?
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| We out.
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| Word.
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| And that about does it for us, too. How's Odin?
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| Still unconscious.
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| So he can't help us clean up. Despicable.
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| This whole thing was probably just a ploy to get out of work!
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| No worries, I'll just dock his pay. Let's move along, now.
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| That's it for this week, readers! See you during Quarterfinals! |