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"So why exactly are we doing this? Are we getting paid for being in this new story or just expected to do extra work for nothing...? I'm glad to have more time under--with June, but this is excessive." - Vargo
"Seriously? Don't pretend to whine. More abuse by your handler is exactly up your alley. Don't give the creator shit because you think we'll back you up, Vargo..." - Ruen
"Guuuuuuys! Let's not fight! I think this will be fun! More time to learn from Ryis and Landen sounds like sunshine and melon pops!" - Catalina
"Wh-What did she say? I can't read her sign fast enough. Can someone translate--? Cat, I'm sorry. I'm not trying to be rude. I just... I really can't understand you." - Doughtry
"Can we just DO this already? I have several organizing projects going at once for the museum and I swear I heard Errol and Eiland giggling about going to a site this morning. I need to cut them off before they toss a bunch of dirt covered, pest ridden, unlabeled nonsense around my storage room again. I'm also working on a souffle that is NOT going well SO I REALLY DON'T WANT TO JUST STAND AROUND GOSSIPING!" - Curtis
"Don't get your panties in a wad. I know your sugar loving noble and McGuns stress you out, but you know they'll be out there all day and probably all night excavating. If you're that ruffled then I'll just go tell them to stop creating mess for you. I don't have a problem. Celly's busy gardening today and I could use a break from trying to remember all those flower names." - Bethesda
"Are you okay, Suon? You look pale? Maybe you should have a seat? I think we should just go along with it. Why fight this new gig? We're all happy to show people our lives anyway. What's a little more with no hard lines?" - Amira
"I'm... okay... so many... people... I need... tea." - Suon
"That sounds delightful--! I, er, I mean. Dangummit! Who's wantin tea when you can fix yerself up a pint of, um... ale?" - Brutus
"Do we HAVE to entertain his insulting outlandish Southern act here too? Everyone knows you're a noble so stop making us look bad! Honestly, I don't know why I put up with this charade just to learn a thing or two from Balor. If he'd just come back and hand things off to Wheedle--the slimy deviant--then we could just chat in the capital as we used to." - Cassandra
"You're asking Balor to sell out to that snake? How he puts up with you is the real question. He's the most amazing salesmen I've ever met. If he wants to build up the economy of a small town ravaged by an earthquake then why interfere? I just want to watch closely to see how to get my own business up and running. Meanwhile all you see if dollar signs, you corrupt dealer................" - Rubel
"How about we all take a minute to collect ourselves? I understand everyone's point of view and I think we should come together to find a way to communicate this with the creator. I'm willing to present the information if you all wouldn't mind giving me a helping hand?" - J.R.
"Listen up! You all have riddled this story's first chapter with nonsense and I don't even know if this can be called a pilot. No warning or anything. The readers don't know what you look like or what your mannerisms are as you're talking because no one waited for me to come here and direct properly. We're doing this short stories thing and we're doing them together! So buckle up and get into hair and makeup or so help me--! You're fine, Catalina and J.R.. But the rest of you?! Well, mostly the whining ones. The concerned ones, it's okay. AND YOU, Vargo, I know you're not giving me sass! One chapter with no juniper for you! You're supposed to be docile and you're giving me lip cause you think I won't reprimand you. You're cute, but not cute enough to pull one over on me. Now let's get going!" - Unclaimed Song aka Ucii bka The Writer