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Now relieved of his inhibition, our hero converses with a puzzling creature, the Frowler...
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| So you were created in a laboratory, just like me! | |
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| Don't remind me! That sterile panopticon haunts me in my nightmares to this day! I escaped for the greater good! | |
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| Yeah. The ruthless killing gig wasn't my thing. So I escaped! Now I protect instead of destroy! | |
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...Dr. Seuss must be rolling in his grave...
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| Wow! That's fantastic! I'm so honored to meet you mister...uh...mister... | |
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| Lorax is the name! Saving forests and other natural biota is the game! | |
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