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Doctor! You’re back!

Horopito told me you were dead, but I knew you you’d be okay! :D

[BRIO stares blankly for a moment as he takes the comment in. Finally, out stumbles a burst of laughter.]

Well... bettah luck next time for yer, ah, c-c-custodian, eh? Heh heh.

...nevah change, kiddo. It's... ah... nnnnnn.... nice ta see ya.

[BRIO looks around from side to side.]

...say... you know if, ah... if the b-b--b-BANDicoots... err... need... help with anythin' lately? Y'know, any, oh, say... any i-i-insidious plots in motion they need help takin' down...? Any... any trouble of any kind...? ...that they could p-possibly need help with...?

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[BRIO has spent the last 18 hours lying on the floor and thinking about ways to help a trio of clever bandicoots who haven't needed his help since they were being held prisoner in a castle. By him. And Cortex, but more damningly, him.

It's hard to think on an empty stomach.]

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say...you look famillier you look kinda like my dad i like you!

can i call you my other dad? :}

...oy vey.

Ah-- er-- I wouldn't, ah--

--wh-- where... are yer parents...?

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Eh?-- a-anothah talker, huh? Heh heh... hi there, Cr--

--oh-- ah-- th-thank you, Crash--

--wh-- C-Crash-- HRK--

...w-why are you-- why are you being so nice to me?

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To Dr Neo Cortex: how can you treat a beautiful girl like me for example?

Lady?

[CLEARS THROAT]

Yer askin' the guy who-- ahem. E-excuse me. Whose skull he, um-- ahem. Ahem. Hm. Hrrrhrrhrm. Whose skull he d-d-drilled holes into.

[BRIO's hands are visibly trembling. His teeth are audibly grinding.]

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Hey n. Brio, how are you?

M. Argento

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[UNCLE BRIO is drinking again. You know. To celebrate the occasion.]