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| − | Alkran: Well the party started normal enough. There was food and booze... you even got a few presents.
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| − | The scene fades once again changing into the image of a bright sun.
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| − | Alkran: Nice disolve.
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| − | FXDemon: Thanks, sure beats working for most of the other entities with their flashy effects.
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| − | The camera pans down to the deck of the Forgotten Freedom where the party is in full swing. Jarlot is already stumbling around even more drunk than normal as Chalky approaches dragging a bundle.
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| − | Chalky: Happy birthday Jarlot.
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| − | Jarlot: Gee thanks Chalky... Is that for me?
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| − | Chalky: Yeah, I got you a narrator for your birthday, but I couldn't resist chewing a little on the way here.
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| − | Chalky produces the narrator who is cowering in fear and missing most of his left foot. Jarlot leans down and whispers into the narrators ear.
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| − | Narrator: Are you serious I have some standards... I studied Shakespere.
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| − | Jarlot: I can give you back to Chalky.
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| − | Narrator: :twitch: ...fine.
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| − | Narrator: Suddenly dozens of beautiful women rush out to see to Jarlots every need.
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| − | Jarlot: :D It's just what I always wanted.
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| − | Back in the present
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| − | Jarlot: Well that was awesome but what happened to my narrator?
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| − | Alkran: That's a good question...
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| − | Jarlot stumbles out of Dooj's room wrapped in a bedsheet with a look of terror on his face. He sees the Narrator he got the night before sitting on the floor waiting for him.
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| − | Jarlot: Can your narrations control me?
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| − | Narrator: Well you belong to many entities so you have to want to be controled.
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| − | Jarlot: That won't be a problem for the moment, here is what I need you to do.
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| − | Jarlot whispers into Narrator's ear and then stands up and prepares himself to follow the suggestions of the psudo-entity.
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| − | Narrator: After stumbling out of someone's room Jarlot begins to run a crazed look in his eye. He runs until he no longer can then falls to the ground in a corner weeping. When he comes back to his senses he can't seem to remember what he was running from or why he is only wearing a bedsheet. He quickly decides it isn't important and heads off to Erk's Place to catch up on the drinking he seems to be missing out on. He has completely forgotten everything that happened so far that morning... and the present Chalky game him last night.
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| − | Narrator: Finally I am free!!
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| − | Narrator: Narrator hobbles down the hall making his way to Mickey's office to get his foot healed so he can be on his way.
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| − | Back in the present
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| − | Jarlot: That sneaky bastard.
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| − | Alkran: Tricked by an NPC that has to hurt.
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| − | Jarlot: I feel dirty inside. So what else happened at this party?
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| − | Alkran: Well it went on like most parties do until people started to pass out.
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| − | Jarlot: From the booze?
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| − | Alkran: Kind of but it seemed to be far to early, you know almost no one on the ship has a low tolerance for alcohol but they were still passing out after only a few drinks.
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| − | Jarlot: So what did we do?
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| − | Alkran: Well most of the people that didn't feel to far above helping others were more than a little drunk so we called in some detectives...
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| − | The Hardly Boys two young whippersnappers with a knack for solving mysteries. The Hardly Boys in the mystery of the powerful booze.
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| − | Alkran: They didn't really work out... said something about a raging clue grabbed a couple of bottles of booze and wandered off, so we found someone else.
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| − | Spoony Doony Doo,Where are you
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| − | We got some work to do
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| − | Spoony Doony Doo, Where are you
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| − | We need some help from you now
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| − | Come on,Spoony Doo,I see you
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| − | pretending you got a sliver
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| − | But you're not foolin' me, cause I can see
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| − | the way you shake and shiver
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| − | You know we got a mystery to solve and Spoony Doo,
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| − | be ready for your act
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| − | Don't hold back!
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| − | And Spoony Doo if you come through you're gonna have
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| − | Spoony Snack!
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| − | Spoony Doony Doo, where are you
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| − | You're ready and you're willing
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| − | If we can count on you Spoony Doo
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| − | I know you'll catch that villian
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| − | Standing in a group near one of the walls is Tirmek, wearing a blue and white ascot, Sarah, dressed in purple, Elina, wearing a pair of glasses, Lilly, for some reason on all fours, and Gregory, with a rough goatee and a green shirt.
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