| ==> |
331 |
| Roxy: Turn around. |
351 |
| ==> |
353 |
| Jane: Throw down your hat to the highest point of the Midnight Crew. |
317 |
| ==> |
296 |
| ==> |
313 |
| Years in the present... |
291 |
| OK. I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE THINKING. |
315 |
| ==> |
292 |
| ==> |
302 |
| ANYWAY, BACK TO THE BALCONY. |
328 |
| mister john, respectfully ask that you please stand up. |
293 |
| Roxy: Take journals. |
293 |
| ==> |
327 |
| WV: Captchalogue can of gravy. Just pick it up. |
348 |
| ==> |
383 |
| John: W8 around for anything dad may have left behind |
296 |
| BOY, YOU'RE BEING VERY STUPID. |
292 |
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340 |
| ==> ==> |
301 |