Setzer: Cool, it's me! (I've got sick to always saying the same thing...)
Celes: Don't touch me, stupid bastard!! (innate reflex)
Celes, oops, I got a lill' cross, huh?
Locke: HOW WILL WE GO TO VECTOR NOW?!? BY SWIMMING?! My so perfect plan...
Edgar: Don't cry, Locke.
Locke: How does it work?
Cyan: Let me do it!!
Locke: NO NOT CYAN!!
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