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[Gargan]: "Why is no one paying attention to me? Is it because I am new here?" [Peacock]: "Prob'ly cuz yer a BIIIIIIG NEEEEERD." [Gargan]: "WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME?!"

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[Clemont]: "What's this about Misery insulting herself? Who would cause her to do this? I dunno."

[Hades]: "Pfft, I just LOVE it when a person insults someone and their insult BACKFIRES on them. It's pure gold."

[Peacock]: "I dunno what ta say."

[Fernando]: *croak*

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[Peacock]: "Well...dis is...a ting."

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[Peacock]: "CHRISTMAAAAAAAAAAAAAS!"

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[Peacock]: "HISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!"

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[Peacock]: "Ah did not hit her! It's not true! It's bullshit! Ah did not hit her, ah did nooooooot."

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[Peacock]: "Yarr! Keelhaul the jibs and re-fasten the falafels! We sail for smoother seas, men!"

[Magolor]: "Peacock, stop."

[Peacock]: "NO."

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A plan to stop the trickster.

(Location: Inside the Lor Starcutter's Conference Hall.)

(Time: 1:06 A.M.)

*Everyone except for Magolor is seated at the table in the conference hall.*

[Misery]: "Alright, everyone. Magolor is a candy-coated freak, and we need to stop him. Any ideas?"

*Wilfre (in his Raposa form) raises his hand.*

[Misery]: "Yes, Wilfre?"

[Wilfre]: "Does he still keep that huge titanium butterfly net around here?"

[Misery]: "I don't know. I've rarely been around here."

[Wilfre]: "Why don't we try that idea? That way, we can capture him without making direct contact with him."

[Misery]: "Good idea! Anyone else"

*Peacock raises her hand.*

[Misery]:  "Peacock? You have an Idea?"

[Peacock]: "Why don't we trap 'im in a burlap sack! Dat's what I would do, anyway."

[Wilfre]: "Your idea was essentially the same as mine!"

[Peacock]: "NO! Yer's was da same as MINE!"

[Wilfre]: "YOURS!"

[Peacock]: "YERS!"

[Wilfre]: "YOURS!"

[Peacock]: "YERS!"

[Nowi]: "Could the both of you please stop fighting?"

[Clemont]: "Nowi has a point, guys."

[Wilfre and Peacock in unison]: "Okay..."

[Misery]: It's settled, then. We'll go with Wilfre's idea."

[Peacock]: "WHAT?!"