Finn: | I mean the Great Evil. You know, the Shadow of the Northlands? Where you come from? |
Cinnamon: | Sorry, wasn't listening. Were you talking 'bout chicken roast? |
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Finn: | What does that have to do with anything? |
Cinnamon: | Oh excuuse me, Mr. I-Never-Get-Hungry. |
???: | Sigh... They bicker like children. I was expecting more. |
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???: | But the one they are protecting is strong. She could spoil all the fun before it's really started. |
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???: | Grah... I must know more about her power! I must find out what she knows! |
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Cinnamon: | So? How many licks does it take to get to the centre? |
Dyllis: | Oh... I forgot to count. |