[Private to 341 Brady Lane]
[Dlanor is fighting a turkey. She's got it in a death grip with her gauntleted hand and a knife in the other, but it's still putting up a good fight; it slips out of her hand after a few moments, and she chases after it.]
I will not allow an impossibility like you to exist! Cornelia, don't let the other sneak up on you
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Your turkey... was moving?
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This place gets more and more messed up.
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It's just the way I speak.
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Uh-huh. Does everyone Erika knows talk like you?
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You and Lady Erika are acquainted?
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[If by acquainted you mean trolled, yes.]
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