:14:04
...that I do indeed
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have a thingy?
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A big, bulging,
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orb and sceptre of a thingy.
:14:17
Well, I...
:14:19
I... I think we'd...
:14:21
We'd have to...
:14:24
We'd have to...
:14:26
We'd have to touch it.
:14:28
Touch what?
:14:30
What?
:14:34
- What...
- Whatever it is.
:14:37
Oh!
:14:42
Mmm!
:14:50
If I quench thee, thou flaming minister,
:14:54
I can again thy former light restore,
:14:58
Should I repent me:
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But once put out thy light,
:15:03
thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature,
:15:07
I know not where is that Promethean heat
:15:11
That can thy light relume.
:15:17
She wakes.
:15:18
Who's there? Othello?
:15:27
Whoa!
:15:28
Whoa!
:15:31
Oh, my!
:15:35
I think my wrist's broken.
:15:37
Oh, erm...
:15:39
Here.
:15:41
- What's this?
- A shilling.
:15:43
For services rendered.
:15:47
Women, beware!
:15:49
I see three fish eager and awaiting.
:15:53
Come, skewer on my pole!
:15:56
I know a playful bunch when I see 'em.
:15:59
Oh, painted ladies in the night!