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| In all honesty, I don't know what anyone is talking about. |
| Alright, let's here it. |
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| Red. . . you are suffering from "Post-traumatic Amnesia". |
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| Whoa, Doctor.. It all sounds pretty DRAmatic to me! |
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| Shyut up.. |
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| The best thing we can do is just re-trace our steps since we left Midgar. |
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| Hey guys! Is everything going alright? |
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| **GASP!** Cloud!! |
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| Long time, no see, spikey. . . where's the rest of those foo's? |
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| Wait a second!! Red! How did you know who Cloud was? |
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| I. . . can't. . . remember... |
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| Listen. . . Forget about Red and his brain problems right now! We need to collect with the other group and start lookin' for Sephy! |
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| We can't look for Sephiroth right now, and I'll tell you why. . . . . . . . . |
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| Ha! Took the words outta' my mouth, kid |
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| The young man looks to be sick. . . |
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| Nah. . . he just never talks during the game. |
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| GAME?!?? WHAT game?!? |
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| The freakin' game we're all-----ahh, forget it. . . Let's jus' slap Cloud upside the head. |
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| Will do. . . [starts beating Cloud] *WACK!!* %@*smack!*@#*SLAP!!!* [repeatedly strikes Cloud with Lance] |
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| There! **huff/puff* *weeze** . . . had enough, kid? **cough!** |
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| DAMN! Either Cloud's made of steel, or Cid is a freakin' sissy boy! |
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| [begins spasming and spewing 2% milk] |
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| AHHHHH!!! That's not Cloud! It's some kind of synthetic robot CREATURE! |
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| From the lagoon?! |
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| No! |
| Then let's kick it in the junk!! |
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| First of all, we need to strategize our attack. . . By doing that, we can eliminate this creature with one tasteful BLOW. |
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| Uh. . .hehe. . . are we still talkin' about KILLIN' Cloud here?? |
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| Oh. |
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| Bvvvvvvvvzzzz AHHHH!!!! Tssssssssss. . . . [begins spasming even more] |
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| Ah!! He's tweakin'!!! Let's blast this sucka' ta pieces!!!! |
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| NO! Wait! He's still a living being!! We can't just destroy it!!! It could be. . . . . ummm. . . .nice! |
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| Damn, woman! This aint the time for your obsessions with Cloud to be kickin' in! We gotta' annialate this freak, and then we can cook it's innards for some really tasty grub!!! TASTES LIKE CHICKEN!!! |
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| [hurls*] Blaaahhhh! |
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| Eeewww. . . the kid's spewin' milk, and all you can think about is eatin' it??!? |
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| Maybe I can help out. . . |
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| HA! What're YOU gonna do?? |
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| Yeah! Give it to us straight, Red! |
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| Tell us, Red! What are you thinking we should do?! |
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| Oh. Sorry friends. . . I forgot. |
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| WHAT?!?!?!? Ahhh, that's it! This has gotten too rediculous! CUT! COPY! PRINT!! I am OUTTA' here, freaks! |
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| [suspense consumes them all, as they stare endlessly at Red XIII. . . . .] |
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| Written in 2000 by S. Wright |
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