Parsley: | Speaking of kicking something, we still have a score to settle with someone... |
Lanschi: | Really? With whom? |
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Parsley: | Um... With Plunt. |
Lanschi: | Oh right, that guy. We don't run into him often, do we? |
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Parsley: | I mainly wonder where it is he ran off to... |
Lanschi: | Look! |
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Lanschi: | There's a trail of plant lice here! He should try some lindane shampoo. |
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Lanschi: | Unfortunately, the trail ends at this inconspicuous subterranean waterfall.
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Lanschi: | Yeah, no idea where he went.
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Parsley: | You could check behind it... |
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Lanschi: | Whoa! That's not what I thought a magic leprechaun cave would look like.
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