GALLERY 4
 Climactic tableau |
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 Guess you were right, Phileas |
 You need to work on your timing, Rebecca |
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 I'm getting some vibes here |
 It's coming from the rocket engines, Mr. Verne |
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 NNNNNOOOOOOOO! |
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 I'm a pencil! I'm a rocket! Wait, I'm both! |
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 I'm a dirigible |
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 Oops |
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 Neck pinchy! At last! |
 Neck pinchy! Me too! |
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 Fusion power ... again |
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 Push |
 Help me! |
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 A little push more, maybe |
 So if he breaks up, what then? |
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 Rebecca, gliding over one of the picturesque streams in the Canadian wilderness |
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 We are just so anxious over Rebecca's fate. Don't we just look so very anxious? |
 They'll be anxious enough when I get on board with my trusty sharp pole |
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 Tea |
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 And I helped push the count |
 Don't get cocky kid. Good against remotes is one thing; good against the living is something else. |
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