| What do you mean, no Morte this week?
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| I dunno. He said something about playing a game of soccer.
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| ... wait, how does he play-
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| He also said something about losing a bet.
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| Ha. I see.
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| Ouch. I almost feel sorry for him. Almost.
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| Don't. He's probably getting off easy. I'm in a bad mood today.
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| But, Ms. Chisato, you're always in a bad mood when we tape shows.
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| ... if you think so, you're in for a rather nasty shock.
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| Eep.
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| Can we start the interviews? Now?
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| Yes. Now roll the cameras, and call in the pathetic losers who wish to crown themselves champions of the weakling division.
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| We're already here, Ms. Chisato, and we prefer to be called Lights.
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| I knew that. I still had to get your attention. Or at least, the other Light's. Hey, you!
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| Mmgphh. Whazzat?
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| Your interview time is now! So stop stuffing your face with that... whatever you're eating.
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| Mmff. Gulp. They're super pickles. Now, if you don't mind...
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| I told you to STOP EATING! Why, you worthless piece of-
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| Um... Ms. Chisato, if you don't mind, you could always interview Gryz first.
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| Yes, I'd like that. Please don't be so mean to Rhett...
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| Yeah, yeah, the interviewees always want the interview to focus on THEM for some reason. Very well. Gryz, why are you such a sissy?
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| I... what?
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| Look at you. You wield a big axe. You should be tough! And yet you're always going on about being nice. Heck, why do you even fight?
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| Um... to honour the memory of my parents, and to make my sister Pana happy...
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| See? You're a little loser of a birdman. No wonder you're a pathetic weakling stuck for a good-for-nothing division, despite that big axe and the strength to use it.
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| I, I... but wait, aren't you in that division, too?
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| SILENCE! Penance, lunchtime!
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| Wait, what's that supposed to meeeaannnnnn???
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| Wow, I didn't realise we'd made Penance a regular guest.
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| That... how c-c-could you do that to G-G-Gryz?
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| Quiet! You little loser of a birdman... hey, wait a second. Remember all the insults I just levelled at Gryz?
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| Not really, I was eat-
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| Yeah, well, they all apply to you, too. Sissy weakling axe-user.
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| I, I... waaaahhh! SERGEANT!
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| Well, he's billed as a fast fighter, and it does show when he runs away.
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| Wow. I can't believe I got to reuse all my insults like that. Very efficient of me.
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| To be fair, Rhett's weapon is less of an axe and more of a hal... I'll just be shutting up now.
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| Good man. Now, this is taking too long, so let's do the next two divisions at once.
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| OK. Actually, that works out nicely. We have a pair of guys pushing middle age from Final Fantasy, as well as more good folks from Chrono Cross. Send them in!
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| It's a pleasure to be back.
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| Leader of AVALANCHE, checkin' in!
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| Nice to be on your show, Ms. Chisato.
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| This should be fun.
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| My, you four form an interesting bunch. Anyway... Glenn, Karsh. How does it feel to be the last survivors of your miserable invasion?
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| We prefer not to think of it as an invasion.
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| Yeah. Just smacking some sense into you Chrono Cross-hating fools.
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| Who you callin a foo'?
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| ...
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| Well, I was speaking generally, but I can include you under the 'fools' label if it makes you feel special.
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| @#$%, man! I ain't nobody's foo'!
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| Must... resist... Mr. T joke...
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| Silence, all of you! Odin, only I may mock the guests today.
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| Fine, fine. I'll just have to content myself with mocking you, then.
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| Penance is still hungry if you want to try. Anyway, Barret. You beat a Defender of Earth two weeks ago... how does that make you feel, as a proud defender of the planet yourself?
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| At first, I felt all guilty, y'know? But then I realised that I had to do it for Marlene. Marlene wouldn't wanna see her Pa lose to some @#$%ing cyborg freak.
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| Colourful yet censored as always, I see. And... Auron. You've continued to prove your doubters wrong, this season. Any comments on fighting through adversity.
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| It's not my problem if people underestimate me. Though... I will admit I have found it fun, proving them all wrong.
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| We can empathise with that.
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| I'm sure you can. Difference is, Auron actually gets wins. In fact, he has as many as the fourty-something non-Godlike members of your invasion combined.
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| Hey! That wasn't very nice of you to bring up.
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| No, this is me not being very nice.
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| What iiiiiiiiissssssss?
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| Wow. Ms. Chisato's launcher just threw Glenn helluva far.
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| ... you do that on purpose, don't you?
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| Yeah. Foo'.
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| Why can't we interview anyone normal?
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| We do. They get launched.
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| Objection, I'm not even close to normal. Why, I'm not only the Lord of the Aesir, I'm the Lord of the Aesir who does janitorial work for some red-haired harpy, and that woman launches me every second weeeeeekkkkkk!!!
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| All right, who didn't see that coming? Anyone?
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| Saw it.
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| Saw it.
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| Saw it.
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| Saw it! Uweeheeheehee! And how delightful it was!
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| And with Kefka's uninvited entrance, it's time for our Godlikes! Can someone send the other one in?
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| Hello, Ms. Chisato.
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| You're not our other scheduled Godlike. In fact, you lost, last round!
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| This is immaterial. Minor setbacks such as tournament regulations can not be allowed to stop us. We are Chrono Cross. You shall be assimilated.
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| Uh huh. So, what have you done to distract Myria long enough for you to take her place in this interview?
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| Such trivial matters. We do not care. No mere false gods can stand in our path to our rightful domination of your pathetic 'Duelling League'.
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| You're insane.
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| You call that insane? I was more insane when I was burning things in preschool, uweeheehee!
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| Actually... Kefka's right. Dario's not insane. He's just hopped up on mushrooms. National pasttime in El Nido.
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| Mushrooms? That's some crazy @#$%, there.
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| ... wow. That explains so much, I think I may actually be at a loss for words.
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| It does.
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| Especially Funguy.
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| What is this nonsense? We are Chrono Cross! Assimilation... inevitable! Inevitable!
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| Not as inevitable as your painful, painful death.
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| And with that, our correct second Godlike guest has arrived. Say hello to Myria, everyone. Oh, and I think we're about to say goodbye to Dario, too.
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| Ah, Myria! We have to cut this interview short, so just one question: what exactly did Dario do to delay you?
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| Well, I was on my way to your studio, and I was in my hydra form, since, you know, it looks much more impressive than my child form, and as such better befits the reigning Godlike champion. And... and...
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| And?
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| And he released a pack of MONGEESE on me!
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| The mongoose has been assimilated. You are next. Be prepared. We are Chrono Cross.
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| Mongoose? Where? I hate hate hate hate hate hate HATE HATE...
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| Shut up. Needless to say, the mongeese tied me up for some time. Natural enemies of half-hydra goddesses, you know.
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| Naturally. And, by the way, the preferred plural is mongooses. Hey, don't look at me like tha-
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| Nobody gives the evil eye quite like you, Myria.
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| He got off easy. Now... Dario...
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