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“… Uh, Spahke? D’you hear that?“
“I feel that…”
“… What the devil is that noise?”
“Ah, time for a delicious bana-huh? What the heck is that?”
“Mayhem, anarchy… Figments of my imagination? Figments, do you hear that? Oh Faust, is that my wife? Leave me alone! You already took the kids, what more do you want?!”
“Alright, dad! Once that time machine is done, I can go back into the past, to save Twilight, and my moth-… Mommy?”
