I don't think they actually said this

Neo: We’re on the ground floor! 

Lucida: I know, but I want a dramatic exit. 

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Nightweaver: Ancient and crumbling. 

Nightweaver: Probably cursed or haunted. 

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Abyss: Who? 

Lucida: That’s the thing, we don’t kn-- 

Lucida: 

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Nightweaver: Guess I’ll have to hide it somewhere else. 

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Lucida: I choose to waive that right. 

Lucida: *starts screaming* 

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Nightweaver: I was downstairs for two minutes. We’re playing monopoly. 

Eli: i may’ve made a few risky investments. 

Lucida: He tried to build, and I quote, ‘a tower worthy of my sorcery,’ out of twenty stacked hotels. On Jail. 

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Lucida: Especially teenagers in horror movies. They always think their friends are playing a joke on them, but they never are. ‘Stop it, Craig. You're being weird!’ Craig is not being weird. Craig is dead.

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Nightweaver: Cons: Everyone knows I had dust. 

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Nightweaver: *suddenly gasps as if having a revelation* 

Abyss: Where? 

Nightweaver: Oh, I have no idea. I just thought if I gasped, I could force an epiphany. 

Nightweaver, dramatically: And I did! 

Lucida: *turns to him expectantly* 

Nightweaver: No, that didn’t work either. 

Lucida: *begins to look impatient.* 

Nightweaver: Or did it!? Still no. Unless-- 

Abyss: Stop it, Weaver! 

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Lucida: I’m just weird in general. 

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Nightweaver: You were yelling at me about how we don’t deserve dogs. 

Eli, tearing up: listen. we live in a cruel, disgustin’ world that is dark an’ angry. have ya ever seen a dog, weaver? they are soft, fluffy, an’ pure. 

Nightweaver: ...Eli, are you crying? 

Eli, openly crying: they’re entirely too pure fer this ugly world. we must protect them. 

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