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Courtyard
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What's this, Epel? Are you shirking your vocal practice to parley with the pigeons? |
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Ah! Vil... |
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So that's Vil Schoenheit, the Pomefiore housewarden. |
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Dude! He looks so regal up close, it's actually imposing. |
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I feel small just lookin' at him! |
| He's definitely got an air about him. | Somebody get this guy a crown. |
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You there. Spudlings. |
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Myah? Are you talkin' to us? |
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Who else would I be addressing? This is a critical time for Epel. We have less than two months until the SDC. He has no time to waste playing with unwashed spuds. Do not disturb him during his rehearsals. |
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Excuse me? |
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We weren't trying to disturb him. |
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Vil, they ain't done nothin' to deserve how you're talkin'! Ah was... Ahem. I was— |
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Epel, how many times have I told you to avoid improper contractions and double negatives? How are you supposed to get anywhere if you break character any time your emotions grow heated? You'll never be a bright red poison apple at this rate. Come, Epel. We're leaving. |
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But honestly, I'd rather be— |
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Have you forgotten our agreement? Now come. |
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Rgh... |
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Hey, hold up. I don't care if you ARE housewarden. He doesn't wanna go. |
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And I don't appreciate you callin' us potatoes the moment you meet us. |
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G-guys, no! The headmage's told us repeatedly that fighting's against the rules! |
| Let's not make this into a fight. | Forcing someone to do something against their will is never okay. |
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Heh. Mere tubers dare to challenge my authority? A bold move. This should make for a fine post-meal workout. Try me. I'll make mashed potatoes out of the lot of you. |
Battle!
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Courtyard
| *SLAM* |
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Gyah! |
| *SMACK* |
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Guh! |
| *BASH* |
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Gah! |
| That was over in seconds... | His magic's impressive, but wow, that poise! |
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Your moves are all utterly unchoreographed. It's embarrassing to watch, frankly—and woefully inelegant, to boot. You get a five out of one hundred. Next time you pick a fight, think twice about who you're challenging. |
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Ah... They took all that because of me... |
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My, I must seem like quite the villain. But know this, Epel—the fault lies entirely with you for skipping your rehearsals during the holidays. There is much work yet to be done if we are to earn our places as SDC finalists. You don't get to be number one by relaxing. Now come. |
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Yes, sir... See you later, guys. |
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