| Heh. Check it out. Ghaleon and Van.
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| Oh, no way. With Edgar and Percival, too?
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| Wonder if we're going to get the 'hurry up' lecture today, too...
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| Don't count on it, they're not fighting today.
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| That's good. We don't know what our audience would do without us. Or, more importantly, without me.
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| The thing about trying to act like the arrogant jerk, Odin, is that you have to have at least some redeeming qualities.
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| Well, I, uh, that is....
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| Plus I already fill that role quite nicely, thank you.
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| I'll just be over here if somebody needs me.
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| That's nice, Odin. Where's Chisato at?
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| I dunno, usually she's here by now.
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| Talking about me again? I swear you group are worse than a sewing circle.
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| So glad you could make it. Now if you don't mind...
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah. Ultros!
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| Yes, Chief?
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| Nothing, you just looked a little sluggish over there. Are you gaining weight?
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| I'm....retaining water?
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| Retaining chocolate is more like it. Anyway, stop just staring off into space.
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| Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.
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| Somebody's going to be wielding the Excalibur as the world's largest suppository if they don't look alive and start the show.
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| Whoa. Fiesty.
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| Yes, ladies and gentlemen, it's that time again! As Week 4 comes upon is, it is up to the hardworking staff here at Behind the Scenes heh to...haha...give you all the important hee facts that you are just dy-dying to know about our mightyyyyyyy HAHAAHAHAHAHAA! ...Sorry, couldn't keep a straight face. Anyway, fresh off their recent victories, say hello to Myria and Terra!
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| Hello once again, foolish mortals.
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| Well, you're not as hyper as Rika at least.
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| You're both old hats at this DL thing. Is a championship in the works?
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| What a bother. I'm going to have to build an extra shelf if I get another championship.
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| I'm not so succesful, but I think this is going to be my lucky season!
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| Because you offed some catgirl and a robot? Puh-leeze.
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| Your arrogance is your weakness!
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| And your optimism is yours!
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| And we're out of time. Next!
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| But we barely got any time at all!
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| You're both known quantities, get lost. Next up!
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| Uh, hi.
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| Guess I just missed Terra, eh? What a shame.
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| Oh, come on.
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| I knew she'd find some way...
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| Silence! Now, how are you two doing?
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| Good, I guess. It's great to be doing so well this season.
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| No kidding.
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| And you're fighting each other this week. How will you be going about that?
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| Usual. I block a lot of things, but they don't block my blade.
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| I have plenty of tricks up my sleeves. Noiseblaster to confuse, Air Anchor to take care of any healing, and who knows? I might throw a Chainsaw or two in there just for the kids. They do so love the spouts of blood.
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| Isn't that a little violent?
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| It's 16-bit blood. It's so pixellated it might as well be cranberry juice.
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| Ah.
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| Well, thank you for that interesting ancedote. I'll be sure and catch your match later on!
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| Of course.
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| Well, now that we've got that over with...
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| You just aren't going to stop until I have to put you in the Bad Corner along with Odin, huh?
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| Yay! Special Friends!
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| ...I"ll be good.
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| Splendid! Now that that''s out of the way, can we get to interviewing now? This sheet itches.
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| That's what you get for having that cheap cotton blend. Silk is where it's at.
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| I don't get much of a budget. It's either better sheets or less horrifying science. And you can't say no to science!
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| Whatever you say. I just fly around and impale things.
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| Science.
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| Riiiight.
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| So, anyway, what's under that thing?
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| Oh, you'll see soon enough.
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| Do you ever not sound really creepy?
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| Not really, no.
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| Well, that's...disturbing.
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| Now, if you'll excuse me, MORE SCIENCE!
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| Yeah, you go do that.
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| No point in carrying on with this, I guess. You're free to go.
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| I swear there's just something off about that guy. I don't even think he's human.
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| It's a good thing nobody's paying you to think. Anyway, Light and then we're out of here.
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| Bah. If you want creepy, try Flea next time.
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| I'm glad Van's still not around. After the whole destorying the town in acid thing, it's kind of awkward.
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| Seriously. Do you know how many times I've woken up with Flea standing on my bed? But that's not the worst part. The worst part is the ferret farm he brings with him. Every damn time.
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| But is Miasma really that bad? It just looks like cheap yogurt. And it's not like it stopped any of us.
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| Standard hero immunity, kid. So how's about your tangle with the mini-boss here?
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| I swear to god, if s/he asks me if I've ever been in a Turkish prison again...
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| Well, I probably won't get lucky and have him rambling about his cohort, but I can run rings around him anyway so who cares?
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| You won't be running when I get done with your hamstrings. Did that come across as too strong? I think I've been thinking about Flea too much.
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| Nah, you're fine. Also I'm going to cut you up into ribbons. Ribbons of meat.
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| Ew. Gross.
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| That's about all I can take. I'll see you guys later.
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| Welp, that takes care of that.
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| Another job well done.
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| Wrap it up, folks.
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| Will Luke survive against Slash? Can Terra take down one of the highest ranked Godlikes? Will Odin ever realize he just mixed up his mopping water with his Diet Coke? Find out next time on Behind the Scenes!
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| I thought this Diet Coke tasted like Dr. Pepper! |