| Cinnamon: | Yo, dill-head. C'mere. |
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| Dyllis: | Um... Okay? |
| Cinnamon: | You see those kids over there? |
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| Cinnamon: | They have a stubby little sword like yours. Maybe we can buy it from them. |
| Finn: | You want to purchase a toy sword? |
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| Finn: | Cinnamon, this isn't a game. I know you're not a trained fighter, but think about it. What would a warrior like Dyllis do with such a tiny, ridiculous mockery of a sword? |
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| Finn: | How will she fight with a sword no longer than a butter knife? It's not a real weapon, it's a CHILD'S PLAYTH- |
| Dyllis: | I think that is actually my sword, Finn. |
| Finn: | Say what now? |