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[realmandonpaolo]

[Don Paolo has been working on his next, in his own words, brilliant contraption to bring down his old foe Hershel Layton. He's been working for a few hours now and is starting to feel the pressure get to him. He pulls back to wipe his forehead

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[layton109]

[Hears his name and walks in hte dreschon of the yelling, he stops when he see Paul.]

Paul there no need to yell.

[realmandonpaolo]

There is a need to yell! Because this is not my house and you are here!

But no matter, I have a lovely new machine to stop you.

[Turns around to see that his lovely new machine is now gone too.]

...I hate you, Layton.

[layton109]

I'm sorry to hear that your new toy is gone Paul, but this was nothing to do with me.

[realmandonpaolo]

Then how else am I in a strange place with YOU here of all people?

[contraltoflute]

For once, no.

[realmandonpaolo]

Then how?

[contraltoflute]

Nobody knows. But I highly doubt that Layton is to blame, much as it pains me to say it.

[realmandonpaolo]

He's always to blame! All of my life's problems are his fault. I hate him! Hate him! Hate him! Hate him!

[luketriton109]

[Looking for one of the laytons and sees Don.]

Don Paolo! What are you doing 'ere?

[realmandonpaolo]

YOU! You little brat! What do you think you're doing here, trying to ruin my plans again?

[luketriton109]

Umm No, I was looking for the one of the Professors achalry. That ant got anything to do with your plans.

[realmandonpaolo]

Well there might have been a Layton pass through here recently, but I'm not telling you where he's gone!

[Frowny face time.]

[puzzlingraven]

[Eyebrow raise.] Did you really need to shout?

[realmandonpaolo]

Of course I did! You'd shout too if you were stolen away from your home, boy!

[puzzlingraven]

I was stolen from my home, but I didn't yell.