Maquillaville - Queen's Film Studios
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This studio lot is enormous. Where in the world did Grim and Vil get to? |
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Hey, you. Why didn't you bring a parasol? |
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Hm? I know that spine-tingling tone... |
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It's coming from inside the film studio building. Let's go see what's up. |
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*Grim is hiding and eavesdropping* |
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Ah, I see something fluffy and grey up ahead... |
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HEY, GRIM! We keep telling you not to go off on your—mph! |
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*Grim runs over and climbs on to Sebek's shoulders to shush him* |
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SHHH! Not so loud! |
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Mrph? |
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I'm fairly certain I told you to always bring a parasol whenever I spend more than five minutes outdoors, did I not? |
Assistant? |
Ah, I'm sorry. I forgot it in the car. |
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Unbelievable. What kind of assistant are you?
And there's more. I found trash on my dressing room floor when I went in, and fingerprints on the mirror. Care to explain that? |
Assistant? |
I put in a request for cleaning... |
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That is where I make myself glamorous. It stands to reason that somewhere of such import merits my assistant's PERSONAL inspection, yes? |
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Useless boy! |
Assistant? |
I... I'm terribly sorry, sir! |
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Fetch some cleaning equipment and get the floor and mirror polished to a shine. Is that clear? |
Assistant? |
Yes, sir! Right away, sir! |
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*Vil's assistant runs into Rook* |
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Oh, dear! |
Assistant? |
I'm so sorry. I wasn't expecting anyone else to be here... |
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Is that you, Roi des Neiges?! |
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Huh? Rowah...? |
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Excuse me. Why are you making a racket in...
Huh?! |
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Who are you people?! |
| We're just students.
| We're nobody special.
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What are students doing inside the studio? I hadn't heard there were any tours scheduled. |
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If you're nobody special, what are you doing inside the studio? I hadn't heard there were any tours scheduled. |
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Take a closer look, Vil! See anyone familiar? |
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Oh, ick! What's this filthy stray cat doing here? |
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Mrah?! Stray cat?! Don't you recognize us? |
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Stop talking nonsense...Hey! Keep your dirty paws off me. You'll get fur on my clothes. |
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*Vil flinches in disgust.* |
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Shoo! Shoo! |
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Man, that's cold! And after we stayed in Ramshackle Dorm together for that trainin' camp and everythin'... |
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*sigh* I suppose there ARE troublesome fans out there who can't distinguish fantasy from reality. |
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For that matter, how long have you been eavesdropping on me? |
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Since you started yelling at your assistant for not bringing you a parasol. |
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Whoa, you're just coming out and admitting it?! |
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So the entire time, is what you're telling me? Ugh, unbelievable. |
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Aha, I think I get it now—you're all paparazzi disguised as students.
You're probably looking to besmirch my beautiful reputation. Well, you'll be doing no such thing.
I'd better call my manager and get some groundwork laid with the publishers. |
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You! This is yet another result of you failing to have your act together as my assistant.
What will you do if my carefully cultivated reputation gets dragged through the mud?! |
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I... I'm terribly sorry, sir! |
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Eject these mosquitos from the premises at once, and contact security. |
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Yes, sir! Right away, sir! |
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As for you people—You'll see what happens if you dare to post online about what you eavesdropped on today. |
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I'll use every means at my disposal to force-feed you all poison apples. |
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Hrk... Eep! |
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Ah, but of course, Monsieur! You have my word that my lips are sealed. |
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Come along now, everyone! Quickly! |
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*Neige drags everyone out the studio gate* |
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Ah, come on, kitty! Don't kick up a fuss. People will yell at you if you go inside the studio. Let's stay outside, okay? |
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MRAH! I ain't a cat! |
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And how about you, huh? Doesn't all that nonstop gripin' make you mad? |
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What? Me? Get mad? At Vil? |
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Who else could he be referring to? |
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It's not our place to interfere, but...
While it's only fair to let people know when they make mistakes, I did take a bit of issue with the way he spoke to you. |
| Doesn't it strike you as absurd?
| Why don't you ever snap back?
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Absurd? Of course not! I mean, he's always right. |
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Snap back? Me?! I could never!
I mean, he's always right. |
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He's the fairest one of all, a universally beloved superstar! |
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No one in this place would dream of defying him. Everything is catered to his whims.
Hehehe... Ehehehehe! |
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MC, get back. There's somethin' strange about this guy! |
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Strange? Gosh, what a mean thing to say...
We're all having a wonderful dream here. So... |
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If you disturb it, I'll make you pay. |
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What? He was darkness the whole time?! |
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Incoming. Prepare for battle! |
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Dreamy Magical Makeover! |
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