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Back at home, Kiby is still concerned over the welfare of his beloved head apparel...
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| Man, I really miss that hat. It was awesome. I bet someone stole it. Bastards. | |
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After heading out for a quick jaunt to the local arcade, Kiby runs into a be-hatted pal...
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| Mr. Amish Man - you clearly like hats. Have you stolen mine? | |
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| No, son. Stealing is against my religion. So are arcades. Thus, I am leaving. Also, I do so wish you'd call me 'Daddy'. | |
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Oh, Kiby! You loveable scamp, you! Next time: no, seriously, who has Kiby's hat?
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