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Right, so what does it all come to?
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Alright, let’s see…the minefield, the moat, the laser beams, the giant mecha…I’m not sure if I can even pronounce this number, so I’ll just write it down for you.
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Hm…that’s a lot of zero’s. Heck, I’m not sure if I even interview that many zero’s in a show.
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Ba-dum! *splash*
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Well, whatever. Charge it to the account.
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Alright, brother. Pleasure doing business with you.
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Er…now, can you explain something to me? Why exactly are we setting up such a tight security system here?
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Well, I don’t know how much you value your life, but I happen to like mine.
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”Life”? Aren’t you a disembodied skull? Aren’t you kind of…dead, already?
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Yes, but you still feel pain even when you’re dead, and right now, I’m not exactly ready to receive a Chisato Madison-style butt-kicking.
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But…you know that all those defenses can’t keep her back: she’ll rampage through and brutalize us all for stealing her show.
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Oh, I understand that. It’s to buy some time while I run to the escape pod.
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Isn’t that…cowardly?
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I have one for you too.
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I’m game.
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What about me?
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Oh…no. I’m hoping she charges after you first, which will buy us even more time. You’re an integral part of the plan, Odin – be happy!
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Yay?
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So the world is in balance again…though, why a moat, Morte?
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Eh, it adds to the atmosphere. Plus, it keeps the black knight away.
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Damn you, you conniving little brain-case! I’ll get you one of these days!
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See what I mean? Anyway, let’s get this show on the road. Welcome back to another episodes of Behind the Scenes, here only at the RPGDL. I’m your host, Morte, the lovable Shakespeare prop, and these are my ugly as hell assistants Ultros and Odin…but I’m sure you knew this already. So, let’s roll the magic d20 and…
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Er…why a d20?
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And why not? Ahem, the magical d20 has spoke – bring out the Heavy finalists first!
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Yay! I won!
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I served my purpose…I have done my best. There is nothing more that could be asked of me.
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Ah, yes, valiant knight vs. hyperactive cat-girl. Say hi to the Good Year blimp for me.
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The Good Year whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
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That was…quite rude of you.
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Surprised?
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Eh…no, not really.
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See? They can be taught. Just like rodents.
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…my hamster still won’t run around the wheel…
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…
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…
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…where the hell did that come from?
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…you mentioned rodents, so…
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Whatever, I don’t care about it. So, Zalbag, how does it feel to have been beaten by a girl?
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She fought well, no different than a man.
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Yes, but you were beaten by a girl….a girl…do you not see the picture here?
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Nope.
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Alright then, all my creative insults are going to go to waste on you. Let’s see…let’s let the magic d20 roll again….Light. Damnit.
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Want me to take over for you?
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Please do.
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Alright then. So…Rhett, Vinsfeld: how was the fight?
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H, huh? What fight?
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The championship match you two fought last week.
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Oh, that. We just played a game of hangman…he won.
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Well, when your description for your word was, “The most feared terrorist organization in the DL”, it’s not too hard to figure out.
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He’s got you there. What was your hangman word, Rhett?
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“What’s the best food in the world?”
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Bananas!
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Plankton?
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Fresh asparagus?
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No…pickles! *munch*
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Mmmm….pickles.
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MY PICKLES!
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Ugh…heart...liver…spleen? It hurts.
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Er…moving on….Rune! How are you?
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As perfect as ever. Nothing will stop me…nothing! I will find my way to Heavy, and I will defeat that poor fool Justin!
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That’s about what I was expecting. So, Karsh, you did a …
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Don’t turn away from me when I’m having a rare megalomaniacal moment!
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Er…let me talk to Karsh first…
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Fool! You dare scorn the Middle champ!? Why, I’ll…
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Do what?
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Omigosh! It’s Chisato!
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…Miss Chisato! Nothing…nothing…nothing at all.
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I don’t believe you. Now, this won’t hurt that much…on my end, at least.
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Ooohhhh…yay! Popcorn time!
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Hey, cool, she’s back. And she doesn’t want to kill us. And she’s apparently learned how to make pretzels.
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Whew…ok, I needed that. So, what’s going on here? Did you ruin the ratings yet?
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Well…
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No, I really don’t care.
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You’re back…much sooner than expected.
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Yeah, the Myria thing didn’t go over too well. She’s so…clingy. And when she lost to Ryu…oh no. She doesn’t deserve to be champion at all. Stupid cry-baby.
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She is a little girl…
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…with hydra heads.
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Yeah, short-lived and all. So…we done? And where’s Morte?
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Yeah, we’re done…and I think Morte ran to his escape pod he prepared in case you were coming back to kill us all.
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Hm…smart guy. Oh well. Let’s get out of here.
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That mean you’re back on next week?
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Of course.
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And there was much rejoicing…
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Yay!
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