Prof. Manatide: | Hmm, yes, yes. It would indeed appear that these two have been petrified. In fact, I'd say there's nothing left but pure, solid rock. |
Parsley: | Is there anything we can do, professor? |
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Prof. Manatide: | Oh, there is something.
I will add some robotic features to make them look more alive. |
Parsley: | WHAT?! |
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Prof. Manatide: | Hee hee, just kidding. You looked a little petrified there yourself, Miss Thyme. |
Parsley: | Yes, very funny. |
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Prof. Manatide: | You know, I did in fact invent a machine to quickly reverse the effects of simple petrifications for a very amicable cockatrice a long while ago. She was having some... problems with her eyesight, so to say. |
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Prof. Manatide: | Your case is more
advanced, but I'll make it work with the right kind of fuel. All I'll need
is the water of life. |
Parsley: | You mean the legendary spring discovered by Ponce de Loon? |
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Panschi: | Alright, alright, hold it. Lemme get this straight. The only kind of fuel that'll make your machine work for us is a mythical substance that may or may not be hidden in the mountains of Quackalot, a thousand miles south from here? And you don't see that as a problem? Are you just gonna stop by there and grab it or what? |
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Prof. Manatide: | Of course not, Mr. Ani. You are going to stop by there and grab it. |
Panschi: | Why am I not surprised? |