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Cafeteria
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Nothing beats a good breakfast after workin' up a sweat! Grim craves protein—bring on the MEAT! |
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So, like, what were you thinking, cuttin' a deal with that cephalo-punk? How stupid can you get? Now you're crampin' MY style as a result. |
| Well, it's like this... | The guys got these sea anemones on their heads... |
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Hah! You made a deal to free all the chumps who contracted with him to get ahead in their finals? BAH HA HA! That's rich. I shudder to imagine being that dumb. |
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Rumor has it that Azul's study guide is the real deal, though. I kinda get why people would wanna get their hands on that. |
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So you guys steered clear of Azul's scheme, huh? I figured you'd go for the easiest out you could get, Leona... Ah, no offense, of course. |
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Are you kidding? Who in their right mind would voluntarily keep making deals with that swindler? I've made a few deals and paid the piper for 'em. There's always a steep catch. |
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Yeah, he ain't the kinda guy you wanna turn to at your first resort. He's definitely a capable magician, though. He can grant some real tall orders just like that. |
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The guy who wants something outta a deal is always the one at a disadvantage. That's Negotiating 101. When dimwitted herbivores sign contracts on a whim, they always end up getting suckered somehow. |
| Now I'm getting nervous. | Can I really win this bet...? |
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Y'know what? Let's hear it. What were your terms, exactly? |
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Before the sun sets on the third day after signing... |
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You have to sneak into the Atlantica Memorial Museum, steal a photo, and bring it back? |
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Boy... Stinks to be you. |
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Hey, we ain't even gotten started yet! Don't go jinxin' us! |
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Isn't the Atlantica Memorial Museum underwater? How are you gonna get there, brainiac? |
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They gave us water-breathin' potions. |
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No idea how well they work, though. |
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Huh. If Azul gave 'em to you, they probably work just fine. He's got his pride. I doubt he'd ever give someone a wonky potion. |
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Hm... I'd get the ball rollin' now, if I were you. Time is money, as they say. |
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Myah! Good idea! Hey, [MC], let's hit up the Atlantica Memorial Museum right now! |
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Good call. With only three days, we don't have any leeway here. |
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I'm bringin' Ace and Deuce along, too. Let's mosey! |
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Aaand they're gone. I gotta say, Leona—you're a real piece of work. |
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Hah. I've got no idea what you're talkin' about. |
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