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here we are. ready everyone? I guess as ready as one can be, to initiate lethal combat with the extraterrestrial founder of a nefarious baking good syndicate. wait, what? i thought we were fighting the condesce. We are. The Condesce is Betty Crocker. she is?? Yes. Wait. John, are you telling me you're only realizing this now? um... Unbelievable. hey, nobody TOLD me, ok? There's this thing called inference, John. Examining a large body of evidence, putting the pieces together, making certain logical leaps, drawing conclusions... sorry, i guess i was too busy saving everybody from dying horribly, to solve a very stupid mystery about a shitty cake woman. :p I guess so. So what do you have to say about that? about what? About the alias of the Condesce. oh. it's fine, i guess. Fine? yeah... what else am i supposed to think about it! I don't know. I guess I thought you might be floored by this stunning revelation, given your irrational hatred for that particular dessert corporation. eh, it's alright. sorta makes sense actually. what's the big deal? John, you're kind of letting me down here. sorry!!! i just think we have bigger fish to fry, than... heh heh, fish... i mean more important things to do, than get down on the floor, and have a melodramatic tantrum about a ridiculous and stupid fact that doesn't matter. John, stop it. The degree of maturity you are showing here is really bad for morale. oh, shush. listen, whatever she is, cake mogul, or alien empress, or queen of derse, or sexy sea lady with too much hair... let's just fuck her up! yeah!!!
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