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[slooooow head turn as they approach]
Neither of you can judge me for the things in my pockets now.
Neither of you can judge me for the things in my pockets now.
I don't carry any handcuffs in my bag.
Questions for later and an implication that Gold carries something far more insidious in his own bags.
[pointing at an abandoned building]
Pretty sure this is it.
[pointing at an abandoned building]
Pretty sure this is it.
[ Picking at his sleeve, anxious. ]
Scouting or... ?
Scouting or... ?
I can take a peek as a beetle if you didn't bring invisibility potions.
[taps his phone against his chin]
Maybe both. Gold could take the potion, and you could go bug.
And I'll give her a call. Maybe one of you can figure out where she is if you hear her.
Maybe both. Gold could take the potion, and you could go bug.
And I'll give her a call. Maybe one of you can figure out where she is if you hear her.
Can do, think she'll have any booby traps or things like that?
That's giving her way too much credit, but be careful just in case?
There were probably traps involved in whatever elaborate set up she had, but we're fast forwarding through that. [tosses Gold an invisibility vial]
Ready?
Ready?
You call her and we'll report back after we spot her and B.
Dish is unhealthy fixtures on udder dings instub of self reflux. Pleaz sea a therapist.
Do your best!
[beep boop DIALING THIS BITCH, WHAT IS UP]
[beep boop DIALING THIS BITCH, WHAT IS UP]
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