Plunt: | She loves me... Sigh... She loves me not... She- |
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Plunt: | OWWW! Sweetie, who raised you like this? |
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Lanschi: | AAAAAAAAHH... |
Plunt: | ?! |
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Lanschi: | -HA! It's over, Plunt! We know you're behind this. |
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Plunt: | Oh, really? What gave it away? |
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Lanschi: | Well, first, I was walking the dog, and I came across these evil vegetables. Or were they flowers? Something like that. Anyway, so I went to... |
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Lanschi: | And bla bla bla and the King said "that's not a real word" but I was like bla bla... |
Plunt: | Is he always like this? |
Parsley: | Always. |