Phoebe: | I better start scrubbing. Should only take a minute. I'll begin with that spot over there... |
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Phoebe: | My gob, it's full of stars! |
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Mad Hatter: | May I offer you some more tea, my good fellow? |
March Hare: | Anytime, my most cherished companion. |
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Mad Hatter: | 'Tis a good thing we two have adapted to subsist on this blessed hot brew of camellia sinensis. |
March Hare: | 'Tis indeed, my friend. |
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Mad Hatter: | And praise be to mine exquisite pocket watch, the brokenness of which does stop the flow of time, thereby to prolong our endulgence indefinitely. |
March Hare: | Praise be! |
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Mad Hatter: | Aye, I say! Naught shall spoil this joyous day. |
March Hare: | Well spoke, old chap. |
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SFX: | CRASH!! |