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L0000_hero_honey
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bs:
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Let's see what old|queenie has tucked|away... aha, some|honey! I'll just|snag that!
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haiku:
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Is that candy? No.||Soda? No. Fruit? No.|Wax? No.||It is sweet honey
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any:
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What's this? I got|stung all those|times for lousy|honey? Give me a|break!
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L0002_bees
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Hey. Watch out,|there's bees|everywhere. You|might think about|getting some bug|spray to keep them|disoriented.
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L0002_hero_spray
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bs:
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Not a problem,|friend-o; those bees|mess with me and|they'll be in a|world of hurt. Where|did you say the bug|spray was again?
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haiku:
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Stealth and clever|tricks||Is the ninja way of|life||Where to find the|spray
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ba:
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How can I get|some?
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L0002_village
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There's some at my|village down south,|past Sunset. I'd|show you myself but|I have to hide out|and shoot some folks|if they walk by.|Have you met anyone|named Biss, Bah, or...|what was it... Poem?
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L0002_hero_no
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bs:
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Nope!
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haiku:
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Well-no not at all||No... no. I haven't|seen them||Even a little
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ba:
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Why do you wanna|shoot 'em?
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L0002_croutons
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ba:
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Oh there's a|secret deal going on|between us tree-folk|and the croutons...|very hush-hush. You|didn't hear this|from me but I|wouldn't be|surprised if that|insufferable Lady|Flower and her lot|aren't around too|much longer!
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any:
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Oh well; keep an|eye out!
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L0003_wolves
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Howdy, partner.|Billy said he saw|some wolves slinkin'|about, so keep an|eye out. Sneaky|devils, those|wolves!
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L0003_shootfast
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Out here in the|green pastures life|can be pretty rough|and tumble. Between|the wolves and the|bees ya have ter|shoot fast or die|tryin'. If yer|lookin' fer lessons|ol' Jeb can learn|ya.
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L0003_hero_jeb
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haiku:
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Jeb? Jeb did you|say?||Tell me more about|this Jeb||Where can he be|found?
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any:
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Jeb?
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L0003_nevermind
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Never mind, ya|don't look the type.
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L0003_aboutjeb
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Yep, ol' Jeb. He's|one acre over|eastwise.
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L0004_howdypilgrim
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Howdy, pilgrim.|This here's the|start of the green|pastures, loveliest|country ya ever|seen! We been havin'|some problems with|Trakktors lately-|would ya like ter|help out?
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L0004_sure
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bs:
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Those blue sucky|things? Sure, I'll|help.
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haiku:
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The Trakktors are|strange||They are blue and|they vacuum||So I will help you
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any:
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Whatever.
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L0004_mindyourbusiness
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Well I reckon ya|can help best by|mindin' yer own|business and movin'|along! We don't need|a bunch of strangers|makin' a fuss. And|we don't take kindly|ter sheep-rustlers|'round here neither!
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L0006_avacado
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Ich zerquetsche|Sie mag ein avacado!
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L0006_hero_sayagain
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bs:
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Exsqueeze me?
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haiku:
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What language is|that?||I am a simple Ninja||I don't understand
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any:
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How about I crush|your face, rock-|brain?!
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L0006_fixbridge
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Oh, so sorry! We|were on our way to|fix bridge when we|find tool shed|infested with bees!|Can you help us get|rid of bees? Middle|house.
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L0006_fixed
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Thank you for|getting rid of bees|long enough for we|to grab tools! We|fixed the bridge,|you can cross it!|Kreuzen Sie es, wenn|Sie sich trauen.
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L0008_findspray
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bs:
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Ah, some cheapo|bug spray. The label|reads: intoxicates|bees and other bugs|while providing a|full day's supply of|vitamin C!
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haiku:
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I take this bug|spray||And somewhere along|the path||The bees are|confused
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any:
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Bug spray. Can.|Cool.
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L0010_mattermitter
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bs:
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Wonder-Port 400|mattermitter:|activate!
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haiku:
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Oh see: a lever||I wonder what it|will do?||Why don't we find|out?
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any:
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Clear!!!
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L0010_foundmask
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bs:
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Here's a gas mask|shaped to fit... a|giant mouse head!|Weird! Fits okay on|me though.
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haiku:
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What hidden|meaning||And unspoken tragedy||A mouse head gas|mask
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any:
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Here's a gas mask.|I'll save it for|later.
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L0010_crate
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bs:
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What's this? A|bunch of ammo. Way|too big for my gun...|I'll leave it.
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haiku:
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A box of ammo||Extremely large|caliber||Not interested
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ba:
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Hmm, a crate of|Magnus .50 caliber|high-impact rounds.|Lock and load!
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L0105_hero_wrangling
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bs:
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Oh no way, there's|a wrangling iron|under the hive!|Score!
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haiku:
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What's that on the|ground||It's metallic and|twisted||A wrangling iron
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any:
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What the heck is|this under the hive?|It's a stupid|wrangling iron!
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L0103_shootinfast
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Jeb be my name,|shootin' fast be my|game.
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L0103_wrangling
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Jeb be my name,|shootin' fast be my|game. If ya want|ter learn I can|teach ya, 'ceptin'|I'm too worried|about losin' my|wranglin' iron ter|concentrate right|now.
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L0103_bs_where
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Okay first off|what exactly is a|wrangling iron? You|know what: never|mind. I don't want|to know. Just tell|me where this thing|is and I'll go grab|it for you.
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L0103_forest
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Well, thank ya|kindly! It so|happens I let it|drop beneath a bee|hive in the rainy|forest.
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L0103_bs_figures
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Bees. Typical.
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L0103_learn
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There's my|wranglin' iron!|Thank ya! Lemme|learn ya how ter|shoot fast. First ya|drawl like .this.|and then you shoot|like .that. Got it?|See ya round,|partner!
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L0103_honey
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My name's Lil' Ed.|I sure do love|honey! Lordy, but I|love that stuff! And|do ya know what the|best honey of all|is? Queen Bee honey,|that's right!
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L0103_hero_honeyresponse
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bs:
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I think I see|where this is going.
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haiku:
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Very interesting||I love sticky sweet|honey||And you love it too
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any:
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I'm more of a|saccharin person|myself.
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L0103_gethoney
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There's a lil'|hive up yonder|northwise, got some|good Queen Bee|honey. I've got a|snake bite kit fer|the feller brave|enough to get me|some o' that honey.
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L0103_snakebitekit
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Ya brought me some|honey! That there's|mighty good stuff.|Here's that snake|bite kit fer yer|trouble.
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L0103_seenyoubefore
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My name's Lil' Ed.|I sure do love... wait|a minute, I seen you|before. Hey, I|already gave ya a|snake bite kit - let|me be!
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L0106_heysonny
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Hey sonny yer|tearin' through here|a mite fast, ain't|ya? You'd best slow|down and watch out|for snakes; if you|don't have a snake|bite kit they're|deadly!
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L0106_hero_seethem
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bs:
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Hey yourself, old|dude. Did you like|see anybody come|through here just|now?
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haiku:
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I look for my|captain||A bag of flour,|kidnapped||By a begonia
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ba:
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Did you see a|begonia and a bag of|flour come through|here? The begonia|might have had a|gun.
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L0106_sure
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Sure! I seen Lady|Flower and her new|gentleman friend|strollin' through,|headed fer the|palace. Heard there|was goin' ter be a|weddin!
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L0106_headnorth
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To get on ter the|palace just head|north one acre and|then due east fer|four. You can't|scarcely miss it!
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L0108_sign
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"This is Landing|Zone +@@@. Press|start in a landing|zone to see its|coordinates."
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L0205_idiot
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Ein idiot sagt what?
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L0205_what
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bs:
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What?
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haiku:
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What was that you|said||I did not quite|understand||Your foreign|language
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any:
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You talking to me?
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L0205_forgive
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Oh forgive me! How|you say... the|bridge is out. I|wait for my friends|from Sunset Village|to help fix, but|they not come long|time. You tell them,|yes?
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L0205_okay
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bs:
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Sure. Eh, where's|this Sunset Village?
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haiku:
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I will tell your|friends||When I find Sunset|Village||To give you a hand
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any:
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Whatever. Which|way?
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L0205_west
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Just travel two|acres west, one|south. Yellow|houses, lots of|bats. Goodby, my|friend! Der|Auslander wird|vermutlich verloren.
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L0304_spores
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bs:
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Whoa, freakadelic!|These spores are|giving me a|headache; if it gets|any worse I might|need an oxy mask or|something.
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haiku:
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The silent fungus||Releasing spores in|the air||I should find a|filter
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any:
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Nrarg! Spores...|hurting head...|must... go back...|find... gas mask!
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L0405_ho
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Ho, miscreant!|Thou shalt not pass!|Milady's wedding|draws nigh and I|will not permit|scoundrels through|the gates.
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L0405_hero_reaction
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bs:
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Verily! Why don't|you get off your|high horse, drop the|oldskool guard|routine, and let me|sneak a peek at the|wedding?
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haiku:
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Please sir let me|pass||To stop that|wedding, perhaps||Another way in
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ba:
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Scoundrel?! I'll|show you scoundrel!
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L0405_final_word
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bs:
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Oh yeah? Well why|don't you just... stop|being a... stupid blue|guy and... go away!
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haiku:
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Are thine ears|shut?! Verily I say:|'tis no way in! The|west gate is closed,|and the east gate,|and so too the south|gate!
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any:
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Nay, stay thy|wrath, Barium. Me|and mine fellows far|outnumber thee and|would surely be|victorious in|battle.
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L0612_plan
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bs:
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Scary! This must|be where the armies|teleport in from the|Crouton Homeworld!|That control panel|on the far wall|looks promising...
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haiku:
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A sinister place||It is a teleport|chamber||I see some controls
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any:
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Nice teleport|chamber. Better blow|it up. Those|controls on the far|wall might do the|trick.
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L0612_clearance
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bs:
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Oops! Looks like I|need Zeta-level|clearance to use|these controls! I|could maybe forge a|Group 6 access but|that never works|right.
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haiku:
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Access is denied||I need high level|clearance||Like Zeta Clearance
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any:
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Grr... says I need|Zeta Clearance to|use these controls.|Looks like I'll be|visiting some|Crouton outposts!
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L0612_controls
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bs:
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Okay it's locking|on to Planet|Crouton. In 90|seconds I can jump|in one of these|stations and blow up|their generators|from the other side.
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haiku:
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In ninety seconds||I will enter a|station||Bound for Crouton|World
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any:
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Too many buttons...|okay... setting|coordinates for|Planet Crouton... blow|up the generators|real good. Better|get to a teleport|chamber... Delay of 90|seconds?! Roids!
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L0612_go
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bs:
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Here we go!
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haiku:
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I'm set for travel||To distant Crouton|Homeworld||It is beginning
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any:
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...88 Mississippi,|89 Mississippi, 90|Mississipi! Let's|go!
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L0612_duke
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bs:
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Wait!|What's that? Oh no!|That stupid monkey|is messing with the|controls!
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haiku:
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An anomaly||Is there someone|tampering?||An orangutan
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any:
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Hold on... Someone's|screwing with the|controls! It's a|monkey!
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L0612_return
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Ah, good old Kiwi|Firma! I guess|that'll stop the|teleporters for a|while and give those|grenade guys a|break!
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haiku:
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Haiku has returned||The teleporters|silent||Grenades have free|time
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any:
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I came. I saw. I'm|back.
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L0912_sign
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Hmm,|"Monkey Library."
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haiku:
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Here's a little|sign||It reads "Monkey|Library"||That is what it says
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any:
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"Monkey Library."|Very cute. I hate|monkeys and I hate|reading.
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L0912_welcome
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Welcome, comrad,|to the Monkey|Homeworld. It's been|under Crouton rule,|but the monkeys are|revolting!
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L0912_hero_revolt
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bs:
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Yes they are! How|do you get out of|this joint?
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haiku:
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It's a nice planet||I must leave to|travel to||The Crouton|Homeworld
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any:
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This isn't the|Crouton Homeworld!|That's where I was|trying to go.
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L0912_justit
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That's just it:the|monkeys destroyed|the outbound|teleport generators!|What happened is|that my identical|robotic twin Patsy-|who's in the disco|right now-will time|travel into the past|twenty minutes from|now and start the|revolution!
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L0912_hero_losing
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bs:
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You're losing me,|doc.
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haiku:
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That sounds very|good||But I do not|understand||Any word you said
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ba:
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You're talking|jibber-jabber!
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L0912_killpatsy
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Just go into the|disco right now and|shoot Patsy in the|orange shirt! He|won't mind, and I|can fix him later!|Then you can|teleport to planet|Crouton!
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L0912_hero_brokenteleport
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bs:
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Hmm this rig seems|broken.
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haiku:
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In the teleport||I am vexed and|frustrated||It does not function
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any:
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This gimmick's|broken! That chaps|my hide.
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L0912_hero_startteleport_nopassword
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bs:
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Fire up this ride,|daddy-o!
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haiku:
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Set coordinates||For the Crouton Home|Planet||Bid monkeys goodbye
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any:
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Activate teleport!
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L0912_needpassword
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I'm sorry, you|need a password!
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L0912_hero_startteleport_password
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Fire up this ride,|daddy-o!|Password is Gravy.
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haiku:
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Set coordinates||For the Crouton Home|Planet||Password is Gravy
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any:
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Activate teleport!
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L0912_ba_givepassword
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I'll give you a|password: shut up|and do it!
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L1000_needbomb
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This gate is sooo|not jake. I'm gonna|need a really big|bomb or something to|blow it up!
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This is a huge|gate||And I cannot get|past it||Maybe a big bomb?
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grenade:
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Your end is|near, O evil|ones. I am the bomb!
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any:
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Gonna need a big|bomb to get through|here! Oh yeah.
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L1000_freeze
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bs:
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Hey! Back away|from the space ship,|General Wacko!
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haiku:
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You crazy crouton||If you know what's|good for you||You'll hold it right|there
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any:
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It's over, Gyro!
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L1000_toolate
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bs:
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Too late! And by|the way, it's|General "Gyro,"|though I suspect you|knew that!
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haiku:
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Too late! I'm|outta here!
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any:
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When monkeys|fly, BA! You're|too late; I'm outta|here!
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L1000_follow
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Woo but he's|slippery! We have to|follow him!
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haiku:
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Gyro has escaped||We won't let him|get away||We will follow him
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any:
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It's never too|late.
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L1010_amking
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I am King|Grenade. Maybe|you need some help?|Maybe you want to|blow something up?|I am the bomb.
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L1010_cannotleave
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But I cannot|leave now. Every|day, more Croutons|teleport here from|their homeworld. You|need my help? I need|your help. Find the|teleport generators,|destroy them!
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L1010_readytogo
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You have|destroyed the|teleport generators!|I shall go with you,|help you now. I will|wait for you in your|space ship.
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L1012_hero_readbook
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"Monkeys and|Croutons have been|enemies since|ancient times. While|Croutons are|smarter, they're|also lazier. For|instance, 'Gravy'|has been the Crouton|password for over|four centuries now..."
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L1212_anytime
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bs:
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Get ready, gang.|That annoying|blue guy should be|coming through from|Kiwi any minute now!|We're ready for him|this time!
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haiku:
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Get ready, gang.|That weird green|guy should be coming|through from Kiwi|any minute now!|We're ready for him|this time!
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any:
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Get ready, gang.|That stupid red|guy should be coming|through from Kiwi|any minute now!|We're ready for him|this time!
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L1212_yeah
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Yeah! Yeah!
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L1212_makesure
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Just make sure|he doesn't make|it up North and blow|up the teleport|generators.
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L1212_suckstobehim
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Sucks to be him|when he comes|through this|teleport!
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