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Er...explain to me again why we're leaving the studio for Behind the Scenes?
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Because it's finals week, and we need to do something special. Plus, Ramus wants to save on insurance, and if we wreck up the place too often, the premiums go through the roof.
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*sigh* But out here, there's no use for me...my talents will waste away.
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Oh of course there is. Here, see this shovel? Take it, and go clean up the road.
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Clean up the road? What do you mean?
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Dogs.
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...but...but...I'm the...
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Omnipotent lord of the gods, who is far above picking up dog excrements? Yeah, we've heard this plenty of times. Make with the pooper scoopering, will ya'?
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Right, now, Ultros, set up the cameras by the pool.
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Er...why are we filming at a pool?
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Didn't I explain it already? This is finals week, so we need to do something different...
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Gyah, look at that one! That's enough to make me wish I had a body again.
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Cameras, go!
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Er...aye, aye!
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...
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Well, looks like we just caught them. Of course, since Sofia doesn't talk, we'll just have to wait for...
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Well, well...little miss dragon-girl, it's such a pleasure to meet our future Heavy champ in such a...nice place. Want to join me in the shallow end real fast?
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...old man in a bathing suit. I wish I had a stomache...I feel like I need to vomit.
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Ugh...train the cameras off of him, please, Ultros.
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Ah, Miss Chisato, it's time for my interview?
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Cameras....someplace else....now!
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Er...right on. Let's try by the diving board.
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Haha! Fear my Wailing Soul Cannonball! Hahahahaha!
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Er....maybe I'll check back with the old man instead....
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...so I'm certain that you understand my position here...I'm a tough negotiator, as you can see.
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....so....you want me to sleep with you, and you'll not kill my co-workers here?
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Yes my dear.
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Bleh....I wouldn't touch you.
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Then I'm afraid I'll just have to take care of your poor friends here....starting with the purple one!
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Er...help?
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Hey you!
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Me?
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No, you.
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Er...me?
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No, no...you! The old mean guy!
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Oh, me?
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Yes, you. Unhand that poor octopus!
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Hm....how about no?
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You'll be sorry if you don't.
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Oh? You really think you can stop me? I'll soon be Godlike champion, and then everyone will bow to me! By the way, nice swimsuit, little girl, though how do you keep the tissues from disintegrating in the water?
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I...uh....
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Ok, this is getting really boring right now. Are you three actually going to do something, or are you just there to look pretty?
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Which by the way you're all doing very nicely at.
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Odin! You finished your work already?
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No, too boring.
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Er...that's not much of a surprise, is it?
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Nope. So....is anything actually happening here?
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Well, we were actually...no. We were kind of hoping the unkind words would make him reconsider his position, but I guess that failed. Now we' need a miracle to...
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Wailing Soul Cannonball!
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No! Not again!
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Looks like a tidal wave coming...and me without my surfboard.
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Brace yourselves!
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Er...yay! Water!
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Hey there...wet T-shirt contest....hehehehehe.
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You old perv!
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Oh? And what are you going to do about it?
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This!
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Well, looks like Chisato's preparing for her next season a little early.
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Er...that looks painful.
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Well, there's no more pool now. Thanks again, Melfice.
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Maybe I should work on a Demon Horde Splash first....
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Wow....you sure beat him up good. I can't tell if that's a nervous twitch, of the lack of nerves causing the twitch.
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Bring....heart....pills....
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Serves him right. Pointing out what's pointing out of my t-shirt is grounds for a heavy beatdown.
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Er...I guess we're done here?
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Looks like it. Turn the cameras off, and let's head back.
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?
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But...what about this poor old man?
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Not my worry. We're out of here.
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Help....me....
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Stupid trash....
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