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When we last left Obi, he was about to do two things (a) tell Psyche how he really felt...and (b) be brutally hacked to bitsy bits by a killer who he had thought of as a friend...
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| OWWWW! MUTHA F@!#&^@#$&%^@#ER! | |
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But at the wrong moment...
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| Hey Obi...why's Rodney on the floor? | |
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Saved from an awkward moment once again by his quick wits...
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| Oh, hi, Psyche. I love...um...pickles! | |
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| you really ARE strange... | |
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