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    “ Look what the cat dragged in. ”

                      I can taste it on the air.

      “’Hero of the dawn, healer of worlds--’ ah, what a surprise:           The Planet’s Chosen.”

       “A little late for some sightseeing, hm? Midgar is just an old           battlefield now.”

       “‘Lies a calm along the deep, like a mirror sleeps the ocean,           and the anxious steersman sees round him neither stir nor motion’--           this place ... has a good view.”

      “I always knew that I was not the only one who was fond of RED.          Hah, is it good taste?”

        “Something ... smells.”