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Meanwhile, back at Gotham - er - I mean Sapphire City ...
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| The road ends here at this wall. But where's the gate? It must be covered by this huge snow drift! What do we do now? | |
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| I'll just overheat my Celeron processor and melt that snow in no time! | |
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| One thousand digits of pi. | |
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| There's the gate, let's go! | |
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| Thanks, Metal Man, all that snow was just unbearable! | |
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