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| I don't think I can go on, Plinky. I can't make sense of anything. | |
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| You've just got a touch of the Maze-Madness. You'll be fine. | |
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| No, no, that's not it. Plinky, do you ever ask yourself, if we're ghosts, what were our lives before? Hmm? Who were we? | |
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| You're not fucking listening to me, man! Who the hell are we? What are we doing here? Sometimes I want to get chomped and I want to be chomped forever. | |
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| You know what you need? A lap around the maze! We'll even go through the little portal thingies. | |
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