| Little does Guybrarian know that Lady Reporter has retreated to her space headquarters to plot her next furry foil! |
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 | Sweetheart, why don't you rest and have some space Jell-o. Being evil makes you so grumpy. | |
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| This is no time for space Jell-o, Mother. I think Guybrarian might be on to me... I must find out where he went hiding off to after he saved those dratted pre-pubescent bookworms from my clutches. | |
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| Well, I'll be in the space kitchen if you change your mind, Sweetums. | |
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| Thanks, Mother. Maybe later. I have a special friend coming to visit. | |
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| Well, well, Mr. Suming. Are you ready to do my bidding? Go back to Citytropolis and start tracking down Guybrarian. I'll meet you there shortly. | |
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| Yes, Master Lady Reporter. I am at your command. Is that space Jell-o carrot-flavored, perchance? | |
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