You step outside the putrescent hut for a breath of slightly less fetid air, and notice something slightly awry.
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CELIA:
Oh, you want some, huh!? I'll take you ALL on, ELONGATED SCALAWAGS!
Oh, you want some, huh!? I'll take you ALL on, ELONGATED SCALAWAGS!
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YOU:
Uh...Celia?
Uh...Celia?
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CHATTERING WORM:
So it's true. The old dingbat finally croaked.
So it's true. The old dingbat finally croaked.
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FEATHERY WORM:
Told you so! TOLD YOU GUYS!
Told you so! TOLD YOU GUYS!