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[... Please say she misheard you. Please, Jude.]
Fried cheagle sandwiches?
Fried cheagle sandwiches?
Fried cheagle sandwiches? My, my. I hope a certain few people and cheagles I know don't catch wind of that.
[ That's a lie. He imagines the reactions will be as entertaining as when he reads off recipes for rappig to Peony... ]
[ That's a lie. He imagines the reactions will be as entertaining as when he reads off recipes for rappig to Peony... ]
[ A dark, fiendish creature from the depths of Vesperia has now ventured forth to express his immense distress at the thought of his distant kin being consumed so cavalierly by hungry students!
... he runs towards Jude, arms and legs a'flail! ]
Hello there!
... he runs towards Jude, arms and legs a'flail! ]
Hello there!
Wait.
[HOLD UP, JUDE.]
Cheagle sandwiches?
[HOLD UP, JUDE.]
Cheagle sandwiches?
Those sound delicious. I don't think you ever mentioned them before.
I don't really get it either. The only thing strange about them is how quickly they always sell out.
There's nothing funny about that. Rations are a serious matter, young man.
I agree, perhaps Jude should make some for all of us. There does seem to be a great amount of interest here.
Quite the contrary. They revere the creatures as sacred beasts.
[ Pause and adjusting his glasses. ]
Of course... they also make most useful lab animals.
[ Pause and adjusting his glasses. ]
Of course... they also make most useful lab animals.
I don't think I'd mind that at all, and everyone here does sound interested. I think we'd be the most interested, especially if they're as good as they sound.
[Milla? Thinking with her stomach? Preposterous!]
[Milla? Thinking with her stomach? Preposterous!]
[Mieu goes in...and quickly runs out. CANNIBALS!!]
[ I know not who you are. Only that you are a beautiful person. ]
Hello there!
Hello there!

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