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| I don't know why Brett's saluting me. | This was our waitress. |
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| Luke's food. | Luke. |
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| Brett. | Our waitress again. Sneezing? Don't recall. |
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| The drive in Brett's car through the rain. | Jarrod yawning. |
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| Brett, looking through some papers or something. | Luke shuffling his cards. |
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| Michael, um, being Michael. He's pretty good at that. | The party traveling together in a line to hide their numbers. |
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| Luke gives Jarrod some food. | Michael's sword pushed the darkness back, and a crapload of dretches came out. |
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| And some greater demons. | So they surrounded them and started fighting. |
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| No idea. Battle continuation, probably. |
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