Head witch: | My dear wizards and witches, mages and magicians, warlocks, conjurers, sorcerers and pinball players! Before we start our annual race, I must remind you that flying, teleportation and altering reality are stictly forbidden this year. You will have to rely on your wits, wishful thinking, bla bla bla... |
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Head witch: | trumpet playing, horticultural skills, bla bla... |
Parsley: | Oh, here comes a late arrival. |
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Kakralomino: | Sorry, I beg your pardon... sooo sorry! Hey! Is this the magic race event? |
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Head witch: | Um, yes. Yes, it is. |
Kakralomino: | Oh deary me, I'm glad I still made it in time! |
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Kakralomino: | You see I am oh-so-fragile in my poor old age and WAAAAAAH!! |
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Kakralomino: | Oh, er, sorry about that! I just, uh, thought I saw Ol' Scratch standing there. I still owe him some money. |
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Lanschi: | I would find that suspicious... But I'm honestly not sure if I should. |