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Ha! Guess who scored the last deluxe grilled cheese sandwich? This guy. That's why they call me Grim the Great!
Myahahaha! I also snagged a bear claw AND a cronut! |
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Grim, you need to learn some restraint! I'm really sorry, guys. |
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Yo, Pops, gimme one of those roast beef sandwiches. |
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Hey! You're cutting in line too! |
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Rats. Looks like I'm late for the monthly bakery battle royale.
And now they're sold out of the grilled cheese Leona sent me to buy for him. |
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Myahahaha! I'm gonna savor the flavor of this victory! |
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Pardon me, friend. I see you were able to get your hands on the highly-prized deluxe cheese sandwich. Incredible! |
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Hm? Who're you and whaddaya want with my meat? |
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Oh, I'm just a guy who really, really wanted to buy that sandwich you've got there, but arrived a smidge too late.
Speaking of which, here's a proposition for you...
Might you be willing to trade your deluxe grilled cheese for this very exciting hot dog bun? |
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Whaaat?! You must be outta your mind, dude! |
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Oh, come now. Let's not be like that. Here, have the hot dog bun. I insist. |
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Myah? What in the name of tuna...?! My paws are movin' on their own! |
| You're actually going to trade?! It doesn't even have a hot dog in it!
| Now I fully expect to see pigs take flight. |
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Sounds like we have ourselves a deal! Shyeheehee!
What luck that I found a kind soul willing to trade. You enjoy that hot dog bun, I do hope you can find something to fill it with.
Maybe a squirt of ketchup would imitate the real thing? Anyway, nice doing business with you. Toodles! |
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M... M... Myaaaaaaah! My deluxe grilled cheeeeeeese!
Aw, maaan... *sniff* This is *munch* the worst day *munch* of my pathetic life!
I can barely *munch* choke down my lunch! |
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You just ate three pastries in ten seconds. |
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I still don't get why you even traded at all. |
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I didn't! It's like, when he put out his hand, my paw just shot out—like it was copyin' his!
It all happened so fast... |
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Like a deer caught in the sandwich-stealing headlights. |
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Nah, it wasn't like that at all. But I...I don't know how to explain it!
Ugh, this stinks. I need to eat my feelings, stat! Deuce, gimme a bite of your pasta. |
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No way! You made your "bread," now lie in it! |
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Oh, by the way, guys—the headmage said he had something he wanted to tell us after class.
No clue what it could be, though. |
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It probably has something to do with what happened to Housewarden Rosehearts a few days ago. |
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When he went all berserker mode on us? Yeah, I bet you're right. |
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Maybe he wants to lavish me with a smorgasbord of succulent fish for all of my hard work that day! |
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Yeah, dream on, furball. |
| You know, that guy who came by earlier... I feel like we've seen him somewhere before.
| That guy earlier... There's something about him. |
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Leooona! Lunch is served, my friend! |
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...Is it noon already? |
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Don't tell me you've been asleep all morning! You're going to fail more of your core classes! |
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- sniff* *sniff* Smells like you actually got what I asked ya for!
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Barely! Must you always request the most popular item on bakery day?
Anyway, here: one deluxe grilled cheese and an iced tea. |
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Are ya braindead? The fact that it's hard to get is exactly what makes me want it so bad! |
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Me, I'll eat anything, so long as it isn't moldy.
But as a prince, I doubt you could relate, Your Highness. |
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Hmph.
It ain't like I'm first in line for succession. I'm second, so I probably won't ever be king. I'm practically a commoner, really. |
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That reminds me of the time you mistook a picture of my family's home for a doghouse. |
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Did I...really do that? |
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You really did. I wish my perspective was so warped from a life of luxury. |
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Nah, the royal life stinks, honestly.
All that matters is the order of your birth. Hard work and talent basically mean nothin'. |
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Hmmm... I guess I could see that being a drag.
Oh, by the way, there's a housewarden meeting after school today about the Spelldrive tournament. Please try to actually show up. |
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Ugh. What a headache. |
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As the housewarden, you get the biggest room in the dorm. You could at least make a token effort to do the corresponding job. |
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All right already. Fine. Stop whinin'.
Ahhh... Now that my belly's full, I'm ready for another snooze. Wake me after lunch break is over. |
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I'm not your alarm clock, Leona! You know I have my own—ah, he's already out.
*sigh*
Anyway, that weasel in the cafeteria and his freshman friends... Where have I seen them before? |
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