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Now, some of you eagle eyed viewers may have noticed only one Peter in the dungeons...
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| So, you say you got all of us except Neil, Chris and Sean, but where's our Pete? | |
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| You do know I'm damn serious about that title thing, right? | |
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| Yes, i know, Jade. But, before I do that, I need the assistance of the two of you. Meet Dr. Gestapo, head of my genetic recoding unit. | |
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| A pleasure. I presume they're here for their treatment? | |
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*Authors note: The genetic recoding has managed to turned Peter into a slick, deadly fighting machine. Unfortunately, there wasn't really a suitable character for it, so use your imagination...
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| Yes, they are. And is that...? Oh. Oh my. | |
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| Hi guys. Dare you to call me a tramp now. | |
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