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| Thank the gods you came to our rescue, Xena! | |
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| No problem, mate. What seems to be the trouble? | |
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| Um...Xena, not to look a gift horse in the mouth but...we've kinda been obliterated. Completely. The whole village. My sister is under your foot. | |
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| Oops, sorry 'bout that, sheila. | |
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