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Author: GORE-ILLA

*The tale of the OGers is a long and complicated one. Who are the OGers? They are a group of brave yet comical warriors who unite and venture to destroy evil in about ten pages. Their adventures are On-Going and never end, but then again they do, as several groups have fallen these past years.

The first group of OGers were better known as the Party Goers. tehy cared more about throwing parties then adventuring, but they usually wound up doing the latter when all their parties were crashed by villains. These OGers' adventures were more of a light-hearted romp. Until one day their souls were snatched by the maniacal tyrant Sir Lupus the Turk in th earlt 2000's.

But in January 2003, a second group of OGers, the New OGers- also known as the OG Six- were brought together by fate itself and some plot devices to fight Lupus. These OGers had darker adventures with bigger fight scenes as well as some light-hearted parts. But they too were fellen some time in the 2020's.

A third generation was expected to show up, but nothing happened. Villains took this oppurtunity to swarm the world and conquer it without any opposition.

It is now the year 2030. Most of the former OGers are assumed dead- but one still lives. GORE-ILLA, whose body was almost completely obliterated in the final battle of the OG Six, is now hooked up to various life support systems in a hidden underground lab belonging to his former villain-EVIL Scientist Dude.*

Evil Scientist Dude: It's taken some time and a great amount of plot devices, GORE- but I've found them. (shows GORE several pictures)

GORE: So... these are... the ones... set to... become the Third Generation... by the... Holy Plot Device.....(Reverb). W...hat are... you waiting... for? We.. got some.... OGers to... assemble... RECHARGING BATTERY!

EVIL Scientist Dude: Uhh... I think you should stay behind. Now to unleash my fiendishly... good(that still doesn't sound right&#33 plot to... help... the world! MWAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAAA!!!!!

*EVIL Scientist Dude boards the worn and rusted monkey-shaped Flying Monkey airship and takes off in search of... the Third Generation!*

Author: Golem

~Rhyx, a scrawny caucasian robot, about five foot two, (wearing a long scarf) awakens from his long slumber.~

Rhyx: Voice?

~Rhyx looks around. He is surrounded by eternal blackness and stands on it, yet can see himself.~

Rhyx: Ten years have passed... why am I awakened now?

~No answer.

Elsewhere, aboard the Flying Monkey...~

EVIL Scientist Dude: ~talking to a scrawny caucasian robot about five foot two (wearing a long scarf)~ HELLO!!! Can you hear me?! ~pounds fist on robot~

Rhyx: Sensors... sensors working. Hello, Evil Scientist "Dude." What is today's evil plot?

EVIL Scientist Dude: Well, I--hey, give me a break, I'm collecting the third generation of OGers!

Rhyx: The third generation is not whole. Two of their members were killed by similar counterparts from this timeline. They fell faster than the second generation.

EVIL Scientist Dude: Look, you know what I mean. Another generation of OGers who will straighten up this mess of a timeline.

Rhyx: No one knows how to pinpoint the location of a semi-omniscient being, and--

EVIL Scientist Dude: Another thing: this conversation is boring. Will you just join us?

~GORE steps out from a nearby room and stops as soon as he sees Rhyx.~

Rhyx: Most assuredly.

GORE: Golem?!

Rhyx: No. You can call me Robotic Heroic Yeoman to Xenodestiny... Or maybe just Rhyx.

Author: GORE-ILLA

*GORE stumbles over and begins breathing heavily.*

EVIL Scientist Dude: What are you doing away from your life support? I told you stay at the lab!

*ESD quickly hooks GORE up to some backup life support devices. He then consults the photos of the supposed third generation.*

EVIL Scientist Dude: Now let's see, who shall we recruit first? Ah! I know...

Author: Golem

Rhyx: "First"? What do you call what you did to me?

EVIL Scientist Dude: What are you talking about? You came here on your own. You might have be an old robot I had in storage...

Rhyx: No, no, that does not--

ESD: You have a talent for bringing up these kinds of topics, don't you? Just look at the photo. Do you recognize it?

~No answer. ESD looks around to find that Rhyx has disappeared.~

Author: SteveT

~Meanwhile, on Earth, at a gas station in the desert~

SteveT (talking on an NGage): So then this kid came up to me and was all like, "No one wears armor anymore, and I was like--no, I said, "Look kid, I'm not wearing"--would you stop interrupting?--I said, "Look kid, I'm not wearing armor. It's my body."

The beast called me a freak!--Yes, I know.--Yes, I've been remembering to polish my back. I lived in your Museum Of Magical Artifacts Of Which Science Denies the Existance ™ for fifty years and you think you're my mother. I'm five hundred years old, I think I can take care of myself.

Oh, crap, I think I'm scratching the screen with my finger. I'll call you back. ~hangs up~

Clerk: I'm sorry, sir, but I need you to either buy something or leave the premises. You've been here for like an hour.

SteveT: Yeah, well maybe if you thought to keep your oil in the refridgerator to start with, I wouldn't have had to stick it in there on the same shelf as the Mountain Dew. What if the flavor gets into my oil?

Clerk: You are by far the rudest customer to ever come here.

SteveT: I'm also an ancient, heartless suit of armor. What's your point?

Clerk: I mean I have a special section in my store just for you. I inherited a lot of strange merchandice from my Grandfather, and you might just be interested in some of it.

SteveT: That's more like it.

Narrator: And so, Steve T followed the clerk into the back room of the store. The camera, however, did not. At least not yet. Instead, it panned out to give the audience a view of the gas station, whose sign read "Fast-R-Mart." It wasn't a very interesting shot, really, and probably will get deleted in the final cut to make more room for the already-way-too-long fight scene.

Author: Luiigii of the Pipes

Narrator: However, in the last millisecond of the last second of the last minute of that camera pan, a figure appeared outside of the gas station...

~Ashley, a lithe caucasian girl, about five foot nine, (wearing a long coat) enters the station.~

Ashley: Hello?

Clerk: What what what?! I am in the middle of a very profitable business venture! Make your business quickly and then return to the desert to die of a most uncomfortable thirst like everyone else!

Ashley: Okay... can I have a glass of water?

Clerk: Two dollars!

Ashley: For a GLASS of water? How much is a bottle?

Clerk: If you cannot afford the glass, then you do not want to know!

Ashley: -_- I'll take a bottle of water.

Clerk: Hmph! Fine!

Narrator: The clerk gave Ashley a bottle of water as SteveT came back upstairs, fully prepared to complain about the lousy service. He saw Ashley and felt a stirring deep within his heartless void of metal and... more metal. It's probably just a breeze from the open window nearby.

SteveT: Hmm... I feel a stirring. It's probably just a breeze from that window... You! Girl!

Ashley: Hmm?

SteveT: What are you doing out in this desert with that long coat on? It's very hot and VERY dangerous. To have come this far with that coat on you must have exceptional power. Power which I shall now exploit.

Ashley: You said that last part out loud.

SteveT: Did I? Sorry.

Narrator: Ashley sat down at the table and sipped her water. SteveT crossed the store and sat down across from her. The clerk waved his hands and grumbled about having put a table in the store in the first place.

SteveT: What is your name?

Ashley: Ashley.

SteveT: Ashley...?

Ashley: Why are you still talking to me?

SteveT: When I saw you, I felt a stirring. It was probably a breeze from that window.

Ashley: Oh.

SteveT: So... what are you doing out here?

Ashley: I could tell you that I'm looking for my father like my brother and sister are, but that'd be a lie.

SteveT: Intriguing... who are these brother and sister?

Ashley: Irrelevant to the rest of this story.

SteveT: And this father?

Ashley: Who cares? He died out here. They just won't admit that he did.

SteveT: So what ARE you doing out here?

Ashley: Not looking for him, I can tell you that.

SteveT: -_- You already did.

Ashley: Oh.

SteveT: How old are you?

Ashley: Eighteen.

SteveT: Excellent. You are the perfect age to be my *dramatic pause* dastardly assistant!

Ashley: Uh huh...

SteveT: You would get to grease my joints, carry my stuff, and buy all my Mountain Dew. Exciting, yes?

Ashley: It's... uh... definitely worth considering.

SteveT: Excellent. I'm going to go back downstairs with this fine gentleman over here. When I get back, you will give me your answer.

Narrator: SteveT followed the clerk back downstairs. Ashley snorted at the table and left the station.

Author: Masamune

~Meanwhile, in a far side the OG...~

~A lone figure stands at a grave~

Masamune: Goodbye my dear friend. For fifty years we were together... but no more...

~He sets a few cords on the grave~

Masamune: Rest in peace, NES.

Mysterious Figure: I hear you are Masamune.

Masamune: I might be.

Mysterious Figure: Of course you are. It's on your shirt.

Masamune: D'oh. Wait, who are you!? What are you doing here in the middle of the night in a graveyard of video gaming?

Mysterious Figure: My name is El Cent-Sorio. I wish to aquire your cooperation.

Masamune: Oh. One of THESE plotlines. I don't really go for those. I prefer wild goose chases, insane police car chases, and bar brawls.

El Cent-Sorio: Yes. One of those. My employer wishes you to have a certain... person removed.

Masamune: Deleted eh? Well, I'll just go into my mod powers and-

El Cent-Sorio: No. The old fashioned way.

Masamune: Ooh, that's gonna be tough. Not easy, who is it?

El Cent-Sorio: A creature known as... Evil Scientist Dude

Masamune: Clever on the name. Why?

~A small lizard crawls up El Cent-Sorio's shoulder~

Lizard: *hisses* Revenge!

Masamune: Who is that little creep?

El Cent-Sorio: My employer.

Lizard: You can say that again!

Masamune: ... Chibi-Devil!? You were Luigi's quasi-arch villain back in Party Goers 7/17!

Chibi-Devil: You can say that again!

Masamune: You were Luigi's quasi-arch villain back in Party Goers 7/17!

Chibi-Devil: You can say that again!

Masamune: You were Luigi's quasi-arch villain back in- d'argh! Shut up! Why would I do this?

Chibi-Devil: Because. I know where your friends are.

Masamune: ....

Chibi-Devil: And I'm offering any price you name.

El Cent-Sorio: So what do you say?

Masamune: ... fine, I'll do it. If only because it sounds dramatic and I'll get to say ... more...

Author: SteveT

~Back at the gas station~

Narrator: The clerk led SteveT into the basement of the Fast-R-Mart, and this time the camera went with them. The room was small, but lined with shelves. There we hundreds of strange devices and items. The clerk, out of habit, moved to stand behind the counter and placed an old, ratty-looking turban on his head.

SteveT: What's with the old turban?

Clerk: It was my grandfather's. He told me I always have to wear it when I'm selling things down here.

SteveT: Why?

Clerk: It adds ten points to my swindle skill, I mean, tradition. Plus ten tradition.

SteveT: You have +10 tradition?

Clerk: Yes. Yes I do.

SteveT: Normally, I'd argue about that, but that turban is just so charming and makes me want to spend money.

Clerk: Spending money in this shop is tradition!

Narrator: SteveT walked around the room, looking at the items on the shelf. Eventually, his eyes settled on a small orb, about the size of an orange. It was made of some form of metal, and its exterior had a black and white checkered pattern. Sitting on top of the orb was a black chess-piece queen.

SteveT: What's this thing?

Clerk: Ah, that is a very special item. It's called a Flashback Bombinator. Don't touch the--

Narrator: But it was too late. By the time the Clerk could say "queen," Steve T has already tried to pull it off the orb. The flashback bombinator went off, and he found himself experiencing a flashback.

In a castle in Scottland, in the year 1530, a short, thin Scott is standing in a forge, inspecting a newly-made suit of armor which, it turns out, looks a lot like Steve T.

Scottish Smith Guy: Finally, I've succeeded in building the perfect suit of armor. Well, at least I would have if anyone in Scottland were seven feet tall. Still, I'm rather proud of this suit.

Narrator: A wizard walks into the forge, wearing a long coat. The Scottish Smith Guy obviously recognizes the wizard, because he cowers in fear the second the wizard entered.

Wizard: I see my armor is completed.

Scottish Smith Guy: Yes, not even an hour ago.

Wizard: Good. Here's your payment.

Narrator: The wizard throws a bag of gold coins at the Scottish Smith Guy, who quickly runs to gather them.

Wizard: Now, to put the finishing touches on this armor.

Narrator: The wizard raised his staff, and a surge of purple light rushed onto the suit of armor. The individual pieces rose, then fused together in a humanoid shape, as if there were wearer inside. The armor was slowly lowered to the ground and turned its helmet back and forth, surveying the room.

Armor: Is the window open? I think I feel a breeze.

Author: GORE-ILLA

*Back in the present, or the future, or wherever the hell we are, aboard the Flying Monkey, where we join EVIL Scientist Dude and a giant upright-walking lobster robot...*

EVIL Scientist Dude: My foot fell asleep. What were we doing again?

Mecha Pinchy 9.0: Gathering the fabled Third Generation of OGers, which you still haven't done.

EVIL Scientist Dude: They're out there... somewhere! At least I was able to get their pictures from XB-0TT before he shut down completely.

Mecha-Pinchy: Oof, that's rough. So where do we start? Hard to get info in this world ruled by an all-star cast of villains new and old.

EVIL Scientist Dude: (looks out window) Looks like we're above the middle of a desert somewhere in Nevada. Not much to look at...

Mecha-Pinchy: Wait, I see a gas station!

EVIL Scientist Dude: ...I guess it's good for a start. Order Bullwinkle to land the ship!

Author: Luiigii of the Pipes

Narrator: The Flying Monkey set down right in front of the door of the gas station, just as Ashley walked out. She looked at it, then shrugged and walked around it.

EVIL Scientist Dude: Not so fast!

Ashley: Hmm?

Narrator: EVIL Scientist Dude and Mecha-Pinchy left the Flying Monkey and walked up to Ashley.

EVIL Scientist Dude: You... you look...

Ashley: Yes?

EVIL Scientist Dude: You look at these pictures and tell me if you recognize anyone?

Ashley: Why not?

EVIL Scientist Dude: The pictures, Pinchy!

Narrator: Mecha-Pinchy handed the pictures over to Ashley. She skimmed through them for a bit, then stopped.

Ashley: Oh, yeah. This one is my sister.

EVIL Scientist Dude: Excellent! Do you know where she is?

Ashley: No.

EVIL Scientist Dude: Pity. Well, I really don't feel like looking for her right now, so you'll just have to do instead!

Ashley: Actually, I'm kinda busy with...

EVIL Scientist Dude: Pinchy! Pinch her!

Ashley: Well, now, don't you think that's just a little... rude?

Mecha-Pinchy: Not if you're a giant robo-lobster. Then it's second nature.

Narrator: Mecha-Pinchy stretched his claws toward Ashley. She splashed her bottle of water on him.

Mecha-Pinchy: Hey! Don't do that! I'll rust!

Ashley: Oh. I thought you'd appreciate it and leave me alone...

Mecha-Pinchy: Was that sarcasm?

Ashley: Maybe...

Narrator: Ashley pulled back her coat and took out a dusty silver cylinder, then pressed a big red button that said "PRESS ME" on it. A faint purple light came out of one end. She swung it at one of the claws, but it passed through without doing anything.

Ashley: Great...

Mecha-Pinchy: Ha ha! *pinches*

Ashley: Ack! *faints*

EVIL Scientist Dude: Very good! Now, take her aboard! We shall continue to scan the area once she's been secured.

Mecha-Pinchy: Can do.

Author: SteveT

~Meanwhile, in 16th Century Scottland~

Narrator: The wizard revealed his true name to be Wizzrobe, and brought the newly-animated SteveT to a pub on the opposite side of town. This was not just any pub, however. It was a pub called The Floating Ape, and just so happened to be the headquarters of an illustrious group known as the Festivity Attenders*.

Wizzrobe: I brought the heartless suit of armor.

Elemental: Ah, excellent. We've been needing a new member ever since we disposed of Louis LXIV.

Wrange Tirk: Aye, I told you all along that man was a Dane in disguise. Pass the mead!

Elemental: Really, Dinosaur-Type Fellow, you shouldn't confuse the new guy with your multiple personalities.

Louis of the Tubes: So...what shall we do today?

Rick: I don't know. What do you want to do?

SteveT: I can tell already that I hate you all.

Wrange Tirk: You'll like us better when we're side by side, killing the Danes and singing songs about it!

SteveT: Well, I suppose that's possible.

Louis of the Tubes: I dont' know. What do you want to do?

Excalibur: Wait for it...

Rick: I dont' know. What do you want to do?

Excalibur: Here it comes...

Loius of the Tubes: Oh, I know. Let's attend a festivity!

Rick: Great idea!

Excalibur: You'll get used to that conversation pretty quick.

SteveT: But I'll still hate it. When do we start killing things?

Elemental: Wizzrobe, did it have to be heartless?

SteveT: Don't call me "it." That's demeaning. Now, who wants to be my evil minion?

Elemental: Wizzrobe, back to the Scottish Smith Guy and try to do it right this time.

SteveT: You get to carry my stuff.

All: ummmm....

SteveT: Anyone?

Wizzrobe: Righto. I'll be back in a month.

*The Festivity Attenders are a fully original group not in any way related to or model after the Party Goers, with the exception of Wrange Tirk.

Author: Coltxdoom

On earth, around 1972, a girl of 5'7 walks into a gas station and begins to steal a bunch of food and stuff to exchange for.."goodies" and if you know anything about the 70's you know what i'm talking about.. . She wore big hoop earrings and well..you time travellers should know by now! Anyway, thats alll the intro she needs I think...er if i'm doing something wrong tell me..I still wonder how this works

Cashier: Hey! What the shrack? I see you putting that in your bag? Those ho ho's are mine, bitch!

Colt: Dude, chill out. *throws him a joint*

cashier: *puff* cool, yo. Don't take all the ho ho's though, i'm going to need them.

colt: Yeah, I love the 70's

Narrator: She says this comment because she's not a normal residence of the 70's. She is what many would call a time-hopper..Yes, she was from the future. Just when they were looking for the new Generation players in fact. But nevermind that. She for whatever she bloody wanted..you know back in a time when it was easy to steal..they didn't have the technology like they did in her world...well she hopped time often..sometimes with no purpose at all..she was a special project..of unknown persons which made her a evolutionized human. Faster, stronger..etc..she ran away before anyone could figure it out. All that made it evident was her violet eyes which she covered with hazel contact lenses. *gasp* I've said too much already....

colt to narrator: Yeah you sure as f*** did. *shakes fist*

narrator: sorry...

*colt walks out the door*

Colt: Oh yeah, this rocks..I love this..but alas, I must go trade these food for some--well..yeah *big grin*

*steps into the timebox and goes back to her time*

Colt: now for some trade and....stuff.

Very nosey narator: You know..you could actually be useful with these gifts of yours.

Colt: Yeah? well I think i'm useful enough as it is...with my drugs and such!

narrator: whatever.

Colt: Whatever? Oh man, thats the last time I go to the nineteen- nineties...

Author: GORE-ILLA

*Sometime later, the Flying Monkey takes off from the gas station and continues circling the Nevadan area.*

EVIL Scientist Dude: Wait! We're flying to close to Las Vegas- AKA Rocketsville II!

*Before the ship can turn around, it rocks heavily from mysterious blasts.*

EVIL Scientist Dude: Mecha-Sonics! Prepare a defensive assault!

*Outside a squad of Mecha-Sonics, flowing from a nearby Flying Submarine, bombard the Flying Monkey with bursts of energy. Parts of the Flying Monkey's armor slide away to reveal laser cannons which blare at the Mecha-Sonics. Tho powerful enough to destroy a mech with one shot, these machines are quick enough to elude the blasts and a low minimum of them are destroyed. EvIL Scientist Dude shouts to the chainsmoking pilot from the gunner's chair.*

EVIL Sceintist Dude: What are you waiting for, Bullwinkle? Get us the hell out of here!

Bullwinkle: Will do!

*The Flying Monkey jets away from the Mecha-Sonics at full speed, but it continues to suffer major damage. Eventually the Mecha-Sonics tear out the engines, bringing the ship to a crash landing not far from the gas station.*

Mecha-Sonic Unit 88874: Check for survivors.

Mecha-Sonic Unit 109308: Roger roger!

*A squad of about five Mecha-Sonics tear the door off the Flying Monkey's hull and enter the wrecked ship. Its very dark and silent. So far there's no sign of anything. Two walk off down the tail corridor while three make their way to the cockpit. In the tail corridor, the two Mecha-Sonics silently stroll through the narrow passage with still no sign of living lifeforms. They spot a closet and move in to inspect. Mecha 448505 tears the closet door of its hinges, only to be grabbed and snapped in half by a huge mechanical pincer. Mecha-Sonic 6667849 raised his laser cannon in retalliation, but Mecha-Pinchy had torn him apart in mere seconds.*

Mecha-Pinchy: PINCHY CRUSH!!!

*Back in the upper area of the Monkey Mecha-Sonics 109308, 777777 and 990909 walk through the deserted areas of the ship.

Mecha-Sonic 990909: Sir, I spot an unconcious humanoid. Moving in for examination...

*990909 lifts up the unconcious Ashley, who immediately snaps into conciousness, leaps away and impales 990909 on a light beam of some sort. 109308 is about to fire at her when it's pulled to the ceiling and its memory scrambled by a magnet operated by EVIL Scientist Dude.*

7777777: Outnumbered! Retreat! Retreat!

*7777777 flees from the Flying Monkey and convinces his fellow Mecha-Sonics to escape.*

EVIL Scientist Dude: Thank God that's over!

*Later, in the city hall of Rocketsville I- formerly Cincinatti, Ohio- 7777777 is blown apart by a blast of magical energy emitted by the mayor's magic wand.*

???: You swine! How dare you escape from battle! You're a shame to the Mecha-Sonic name, and the name of your master... Magikoopa!!

TO BE CONTINUED...

Author: Luiigii of the Pipes

*EVIL Scientist Dude puts his hands behind his head.*

EVIL Scientist Dude: That could have gone better...

*Purple light springs up right beneath his chin. He looks over at Ashley.*

EVIL Scientist Dude: What are you doing? We already established that that thing doesn't work.

Ashley: *points at Mecha-Sonic 990909* I recharged it after you threw me in here. And called for a ride.

Bullwinkle: Hey! Those recharge centers aren't cheap!

EVIL Scientist Dude: Now, why would you do that?

Ashley: You know why! That picture wasn't even me! It was my sister, and my brother was in there! Why are you bothering ME?

GORE-illa: Please... let me explain why.

EVIL Scientist Dude: GORE, you're...

*GORE points to a bunch of cables following him*

GORE: I'm still hooked up, relax.

EVIL Scientist Dude: I don't think that's...

GORE: *turns to Ashley* Your father was Luigi of the Pipes, right?

Ashley: I don't know.

GORE: Come now. I recognize that coat and laser sword. I knew him, you know. We met in Heaven, a long time ago.

Ashley: Uh huh.

GORE: Your father was a Party Goer, First Generation. I was in the OG Six, Second Generation. Now we need to start the Third Generation. Get it?

Ashley: . . .

GORE: See, the problem is, the Third Generation was supposed to show up ten years ago, in 2020. That's why all the villains are running rampant these days. That's why we need to seriously get on the ball with starting this new team up. And, well, we figure we can settle for you until we find your brother and sister, just to make sure that everything goes fast. We're already seriously behind our schedule.

Ashley: Gee, thanks for asking.

GORE: Now, wait. You have to understand--

Ashley: I don't have to understand anything.

*The Flying Monkey shakes from an explosion, causing everyone except Ashley to stumble. She turns around and jumps out the new hole.*

Ashley: I would rather like to live my own life, thank you.

All: . . .

GORE: Well, great. That's two we've lost now.

EVIL Scientist Dude: Umm, aren't you supposed to be talking all wheezy and such?

GORE: I didn't... think... the readers... would want... to read... a big... conversation... written like... this...

EVIL Scientist Dude: *shrug* Whatever. *turns around* Let's go everyone! This ship needs to be in the air in the next 24 hours!

Author: Masamune

~Meanwhile, at an old warehourse north of Rockestville~

~Everything is dark, until a small line of light appears. It becomes larger as a door is opened. Light pours into the warehourse, blocked partially by the silhouette of a man in the doorway~

Masamune: Boys. Let's prep for departure.

Lt. Snagret: Aye cap'n. Preparing for launch!

Masamune: Mr. Cataquackers, how are the engines?

Cataquackers: She's doing the best she can, cap'n, but she won't survive another joy ride.

Masamune: How was I supposed to know the controller was hooked up to the ship and not Star Fox?

Cataquackers: The wind turbulance, gravitational changes, me screaming at you?

Masamune: Well, yes, THAT. But otherwise, I was innocent.

Cataquackers: ...

Masamune: Bring about the S.S. Dodo for boarding. The Flying Monkey should not be too hard to find.

Cataquackers: Aye aye.

Masamune: And prepare the guest quarters.

Cataquackers: Sir?

Masamune: We'll be having guests aboard...

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