Red Mage |
I can't believe they had the gall to call that food.
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Fighter |
I can't believe we ate it.
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Black Mage |
The biscuits were made out of lead. Solid goddamned lead.
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Red Mage |
Fried lead.
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Fighter |
I think I can see through time.
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Red Mage |
We all ate the biscuits, Fighter. We can all see through time.
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Black Mage |
The yawning chasm at the end of all things isn't quite as oppressive as what's churning in my gut.
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Red Mage |
You mean the turkey sandwich?
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Black Mage |
Yeah, I think there was something in it. Something larval.
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Red Mage |
Surely we can best this dinner.
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Fighter |
We've defeated all sorts of things. Like witches and dragons.
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Black Mage |
And a witch on a dragon.
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Red Mage |
Yeah, that's a memory we needed right now.
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Meanwhile, back at Corneria Castle...
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Sara |
And that's when you suggested another poker game.
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Gary |
Yes.
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A length of string is shown.
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Sara |
And that's why a length of string is now our ruler.
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Gary |
Er, yes.
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Sara |
And it was eligible in the first place because...?
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Gary |
Well, we needed a fourth.
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