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| East Wing Science & Research Lab |
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 | Lizaki: Yo, Globber. Do you have some kind of permit or grant that says you're allowed to be in here? You're consuming mucho lab time and resources that could be funneled into our ongoing projects. |
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 | Mandor: I do not need a permission slip, you FOOL!! The FOUM MOUN appointed me, Professor Mandor Globber, Grimmora University's new arbiter of objective truth! |
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| Lizaki: Lower the dial, fella. Just don't see why you need the lab so often is all I'm sayin'. |
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| Mandor: I am concocting a plan to outwit the evil Nucleo McRaven. There is no mission that is of greater importance! |
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| Lizaki: Yeahuhh, whatever man. Look, just be sure to lock it up when you're done and don't leave the burners going again. Crow will have my scales if a fire breaks out. |
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| Mandor: Crow, schmoe. Once I have banished the evil Nucleo McRaven, I will be the new headmaster of Grimmora. |
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| Lizaki: You don't have to keep calling him "the evil Nucleo McRaven". |
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| Mandor: Why not? |
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| Lizaki: For starters, he's not evil. |
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| Mandor: Of course he is! He's a demon! |
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| Lizaki: Yeah, yeah. "Demon" on this world just means a person with magical blood, like about half the cast. How does that make him evil? |
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| Mandor: Well...what has he done for me lately? |
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| Lizaki: .... That was Strike 2, man. |
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| Mandor: He... wants to be evil? |
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| Lizaki: Going, going... it's OUTTA here!! And for that matter, so am I. But turn off those burners before you leave! |
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| Mandor: Okay, okay! Just get out of here so I can concentrate! |
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| Lizaki: (Yeesh. About six ladybugs shy of a picnic, that one is.) |
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| Mandor: Grrr... This Grimmora University is in dire need of reform. Too much dissent amongst the cast. Not enough blandness. My first order of business is to clear up these problems which have permeated these halls for too long. ... And, YOU, my little Censorbot, are just the invention that will make it happen. |
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 | Censorbot: WHAT IS YOUR COMMAND, MASTER? |
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| Mandor: Go and seek out all forms of dissent and eradicate it! From this day forth, there shall be no more disagreements, slander, or general naughtiness in Grimmora. |
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| Censorbot: AS YOU COMMAND, MASTER. ERADICATE ALL DISSENT. |
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| Mandor: Heh heh heh...Good luck. |
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Garage Repair Bay |
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 | Deuce: Hey, Honen, ya think you could pull yourself away from that mirror long enough to help me change this flat? |
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 | Honen: Time iz not treating me very well. |
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| Deuce: Hm? What d'ya mean? |
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| Honen: I have age lines in my face. Under my eyes and whatnot. |
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| Deuce: It's not that bad. |
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| Honen: Yes, it iz. |
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| Deuce: No, it's not. You've had a rough life. If anything, it makes you look wisened. |
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| Honen: I'm going to be really ugly when I get old. You might want to reconsider your attraction to me. |
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| Deuce: Give me a break, Honen. As if I won't. |
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| Honen: You've not seen old Onis. I have. |
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| Deuce: And you've not seen old Darlosians. It's not as though it's only your looks I care about, anyway. |
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| Honen: I think I liked it better when you called me "Sharkface". |
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| Deuce: *sigh* Can you hand me the wrench, Sharkface? |
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| Honen: Heh. Dat's better!  |
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| Censorbot: ENJOY GETTING OLDER OR SHUT THE HELL UP! |
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| Deuce: OUCH!! Dammit to... Gr@ack#ergh!! |
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| Honen: Rosalyn!? You okay? |
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| Deuce: No. Ouch... argh... What the hell was that thing? |
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| Honen: I... dunno... Looked like some sort of automaton, but waz definitely not mine. |
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| Deuce: Whatever it was, I'm gonna go smash it upside the head. |
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| Honen: Calm down. I'm supposed to be ze angry one with ze temper. |
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| Deuce: No, you were the angry one with the temper on the villain's side. I'm the angry one with the temper on the good guy's side, now get outta my way! |
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| Honen: Ros! WAIT! I think you should check into... infirmary. *soupir* |
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 | Bubu: Does this mean I'm not getting my tire changed right now? |
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| Honen: You stay out of zis. |
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| Bubu: Bummer. -_- |
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School Cafeteria |
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 | Talon: Hmm.. You know it's kind of funny, but... |
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 | Chance: What? |
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| Talon: I think I just realized that I don't like peanut butter all that much. |
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| Chance: Then... don't eat it. |
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| Talon: Unfortunately, that's what I made for lunch. But it's okay. I don't hate it, but it's just...I dunno. Isn't it a little strange, though? Aren't all kids supposed to like peanut butter? Is it because I'm a mountaindevil? |
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| Chance: Oh, I dunno. Humans have different tastes in things, too. |
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| Censorbot: EAT YOUR PEANUT BUTTER SANDWICH OR SHUT THE HELL UP! |
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| Talon: What the holy hand grenades?? |
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| Chance: *COUGH!* *CHOKE!* Dammit! WTF?! |
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| Talon: What was that, Chance? |
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| Chance: A robot. I think Honen has a little explaining to do. |
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| Talon: No kidding. |
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| Deuce: Chance, Talon! Did you see a strange-looking robot go through here? |
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| Chance: Uh-huh. Just went through the exit doors, that way. Is this your idea of a joke, Honen? |
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| Honen: Iz not my work. Versprechung. |
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| Talon: I think maybe we'd better go after it. |
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Northwest Tower Rooftop |
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 | Zumo: I've got soda and wine coolers, Ogrin, which do you prefer? |
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 | Ogrin: No Tequila? |
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| Zumo: Uh, no. I won't go anywhere near Tequila. Worm issues, you know. |
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| Ogrin: Oh, I see. So, why aren't you hanging out with your Oni man friend, little worm? |
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| Zumo: Eh, he's workin' in the garage with that Darlosian chick right now. And don't call him my "man friend", that just doesn't sound right, dig? |
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| Ogrin: I suppose you must be feeling a bit jealous, huh? |
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| Zumo: What? No way, man! I've always avoided Honen when he's busy working. Work makes me shrivel. |
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| Ogrin: You know what I do in times when I'm feeling a bit down? |
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| Zumo: I'm not feeling down, but go on. |
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| Ogrin: I stand up here on the parapets and belt out my country's national anthem. Watch, I'll demonstrate! |
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| Zumo: That's probably not necessary. |
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| Ogrin: OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! The shoelaces in my country are better than the shoelaces in your country! The potato peelers in my country are better than the potato peelers in your country! The flapjacks in my country are better than the flapjacks in your country! OHHHHHHHHHH... |
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| Censorbot: LOVE ALL COUNTRIES EQUALLY OR SHUT THE HELL UP! |
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| Ogrin: WHA-WHAT? WHAT--? OH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooo.... *THUD!* |
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| Zumo: OGRIN! ... Man, it's times like these it must suck to be a flightless bird. |
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| Honen: Zumo! Have you seen a robot up here? We followed it to ze tower stairs. |
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| Zumo: Is that what you two were working on? A machine to make Ogrin fall off the roof? |
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| Honen: Iz not my robot! Sheesh. Why does everyone keep saying dat? |
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| Zumo: Yeah, you're right. It couldn't be yours. It actually accomplished its goal. |
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| Honen: I oughtta flatten you. |
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| Deuce: Ogrin, are you alright down there?! |
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| Ogrin: The... parachutes... in my country... are better than... yours... unfortunately... *huff* ... *faint* |
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| Zumo: Well, at least he got to finish his song. |
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| Chance: C'mon! The robot must have gone down the side of the tower. Let's head to the courtyard. |
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Courtyard |
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| Deuce: Hey, Tomes!! You seen a robot go through here!? |
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 | Tomi: Yeah, it went that way! Told me to "Enjoy gardening or shut the hell up!", and kept right on going. |
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| Deuce: Thanks! |
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| Tomi: Tell your Oni boyfriend that I didn't find it particularly amusing! |
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| Honen: I am not her "Oni boyfriend", and for ze last steenkin' time, IZ NOT MY ROBOT!! |
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| Tomi: Fine! No need to be so damn testy! |
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| Honen: We have to stop zis thing. My reputation iz at stake. |
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| Talon: Agreed, but it looks like we can't catch up to it. Maybe there's a better way. |
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| Deuce: What are you thinking, Talon? |
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| Talon: It seems like it's attracted to people saying they don't like something. Honen getting older, me eating peanut butter, Ogrin's song that disses everyone's countries but his own, Tomi and gardening... |
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| Honen: So, we should stand here and talk about how much we hate someting, und it should come right to us, no? |
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| Zumo: Sounds like a job for Chance. He pretty much hates everything. |
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| Chance: Cute, Zumo. Real cute. For the record, I hate cute. |
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| Censorbot: LOVE THINGS THAT ARE CUTE OR SHUT THE HELL UP! |
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| Deuce: There it is! Grab it before it runs off again! |
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| Chance: Got it!! Whoah, damn, it's trying to... break free... Is there an off switch somewhere? |
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| Honen: Right here. *click* Hmmm... quite classic design, zis iz. Whoever built zis knows his cartoon robot cliches. |
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| Talon: There's something written here... Sorry, I'm not the best at reading, but I think it says, "Property of Professor Mandor Globber". |
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| All: MANDOR GLOBBER?!
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| Deuce: We really have to do something about that guy. He's giving scientists and professors a bad name. |
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| Honen: He's even making us mad scientists look bad. |
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| Chance: Listen! I have an idea that just might be stupid enough to work. Honen, do you think you can reprogram this thing to respond to your voice instead of Globber's? |
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| Honen: Oh sure. Dat's child's play for one with my skills. |
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| Chance: Good. Then here's what we're gonna do... |
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East Wing Science & Research Lab |
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| Mandor: 
Hmmm... My Censorbot should be just about through cleaning up all the arguments and dissent amongst the RAU cast by about now, but I don't see it anywhere... |
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 | Nucleo: Hello, Mandor! Mr. Tomasaro said that you wanted to see me? Is there something I can help you with? |
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| Mandor: GAH!! Get out of here, you wretched monster! I told Tomasaro no such thing! |
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| Nucleo: Really? Well, that's strange.. He seemed quite sure of himself. Hmmmm... Since I'm already here, is there anything I can do to help? What are you working on? |
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| Mandor: Nothing! It's none of your business, you vile cur! Get out of here! Out, OUT, OUT!! |
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| Nucleo: ... Okay. I'll go. But, you really shouldn't have given Chance the idea that you needed my help if you didn't. |
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| Mandor: I haven't even spoken to Tomasaro today. Stupid mountaindevil. I hate that demon! Hate, hate, hate, hate, HATE him! |
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| Censorbot: LOVE MOUNTAINDEVILS OR SHUT THE HELL UP! |
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| Mandor: Censorbot! There you are! Wait a minute, you don't understand...it's okay to hate Nucleo McRaven. He's evil! |
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| Censorbot: LOVE THINGS THAT ARE EVIL OR SHUT THE HELL UP! |
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| Mandor: Now, now, Censorbot! I am your creator and I command you to quit backtalking me or I'll deactivate you! |
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| Censorbot: ENJOY IT WHEN I BACKTALK YOU OR SHUT THE HELL UP! |
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| Mandor: Why isn't... why isn't he responding to me? Censorbot? |
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| Honen: Hm. Hm. Hm. Question, Mandor? From one scientist to another. What iz Censorbot supposed to do if his targets don't "Shut ze hell up" after repeated warnings? |
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| Mandor: YOU! Did you tamper with Censorbot? HA HA HA HA HA! You're just an incompetent cartoon villain. You are predestined to lose every time. |
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| Honen: Afraid I shed dat skin long time ago, Mandor. I am more competent than you are capable of understanding, und there iz only room enough in zis lab for one mad scientist. |
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| Mandor: You fail to read me, Oni. Everyone in this cartoon must have clearly-defined roles. The leader, the smart one, the whiny one who is always wrong, the talking pet, the girl, the dumb villain with no redeeming qualities, the driver... |
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| Censorbot: LOVE PROPER CHARACTERIZATION OR SHUT THE HELL UP! |
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| Honen: Now would be good time to ask again, Mandor. What happens when you ignore Censorbot's warnings? |
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| Mandor: I... I... I... |
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| Censorbot: TARGET: MANDOR GLOBBER HAS FAILED TO COMPLY WITH FOUM MOUN NETWORK REGULATIONS BY HIS REFUSAL TO SHUT THE HELL UP. I AM NOW AUTHORIZED TO USE PHYSICAL FORCE. ACTIVATING CAPTURE MODE! |
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FWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! |
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| Mandor: GYAAAAHHHHHH-AHHHHHHHH!!!!
*THWUMP!* |
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| Honen: What a way to go. Censored by his own Censorbot. |
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| Deuce: Great job, Honen! *hugs* |
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| Honen: Hmph. Merci, Rosalyn. Waz no big deal, though. I have image to protect, you know? |
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| Chance: Of course it worked. It was my plan, wasn't it? |
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| Talon: So, Censorbot turned out to be just another one of Mandor's fancy vaccuum cleaners? |
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| Zumo: That would probably explain why he sucks so much. |
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| Deuce: Ugh. The question now is, what do we do with them? |
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| Honen: Censorbot, I want you to go find a garbage dump, then find ze largest pile of garbage, und bury yourself as deeply into it as possible. Iz dat clear? |
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| Censorbot: AS YOU COMMAND, MASTER. |
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| Deuce: Seems as good a solution as any I could come up with. Chance? |
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| Chance: Agreed. Let's get rid of them before this series falls victim to any more bad puns. |
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| Nucleo: Hey, fellas. I thought I heard some commotion in here. Is everything alright? Where's... Mandor? |
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| Zumo: He decided to take a slight leave of absence. Maybe we'll see him again in another hundred years or so. |
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| Nucleo: Oh, really? That's too bad. I kind of liked him. Even if he was a mite temperamental at times. |
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Was I right? Was I wrong?
A little too weak, a little too strong
Was it him? Was it me?
Oh, I guess I'll never know
Well, you're up, then you're down
Oh, but the world keeps turning around
Ain't it hard to find something to hang onto?
But I know that my heart will mend
And I know that I'll smile again
I'll get back on my feet and then
I'll do it all over again
Some you lose, some you win
They say that's the way it's always been
First you laugh, then you cry
Oh, but I guess that's life
So, you live, and you learn
And never look back at the bridges you burn
And you change somehow
Oh, I'm a little bit wiser now
But I know that my heart will mend
And I know that I'll smile again
I'll get back on my feet and then
I'll do it all over again
But I know that my heart will mend
And I know that I'll smile again
I'll get back on my feet and then
I'll do it all over again
I'll do it all over again
Lyrics and music by Bob McDill & Wayland Holyfield
Transcribed by Flying Omelette
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| Mandor: I'LL GET YOU FOR THIS, RAU! THERE WILL COME A DAY OF RECKONING OR MY NAME ISN'T PROFESSOR MANDOR GLOBBER! |
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| Censorbot: LOVE THE RAU GALLERY OR SHUT THE HELL UP! |
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| Mandor: *grumble* *grumble* ... *sigh* |
