| And so, just after crossing the border into Alluvia... |
Hayfa: | This is why I never get the salad! |
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| ...our heroes are hot on the scent! |
Parsley: | My eyes could have told you that hours ago. This is the only spot of lush vegetation in a 100 mile radius. |
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Lanschi: | Silly Parsley, eyes can't talk. My head, however, is telling me to look for clues. |
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Lanschi: | The tiniest thing can be a clue, you know? A crumb, a piece of string... even just a picture taken by a security camera. |
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Lanschi: | If you're not paying attention, you may miss a vital piece of the puzzle. That's why a detective must always remain down to earth, eyes on the prize, and not allow himself to be sucked down into a deep hole by grasping vines. |
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Lanschi: | Hmm... Come to think of it, that's an oddly specific metaphor. |