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ACT 1

ACT_1/prologue/1.html
HOVERTEXT: MYSTERIOUS RED PLANET - THE PAST

ACT_1/prologue/2.html
HOVERTEXT: ...
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ACT_1/prologue/4.html
HOVERTEXT: ...
HOVERTEXT: A horrifying convolution of arms imposes upon a humble three-eyed BLUE HUMANOID.
HOVERTEXT: GRAB!
???: ARE YOU TRULY MONSTROUS ENOUGH TO DESTROY THE ONE THAT YOU LOVE?
HOVERTEXT: Blue is suspended before the body belonging to the arms: a RED MACHINE. Atop it stands its conductor, a RED HUMANOID.
HOVERTEXT: It looks like they're ready to submit...?
BLUE: Master... Is it okay if I stay like this... forever...?
HOVERTEXT: No! Of course not! Blue SNAPS OUT OF IT and tears the arms to shreds.

ACT_1/prologue/5.html
HOVERTEXT: The red machine is REDUCED TO SCRAP METAL. Its conductor lies limp in the arms of Blue.
MASTER: DO NOT CRY. 
WHEN I PICKED YOU, YOU WERE JUST A SLAVE SHACKLED TO A PRIMITIVE PLANET.
NOW...YOU ARE GOING TO BE ALL ALONE.

ACT_1/prologue/6.html
HOVERTEXT: ...
MASTER: BEFORE I GO. THE BLUEPRINTS I USED TO FIND YOU...WOULD YOU LIKE THEM?

ACT_1/prologue/7.html
HOVERTEXT: BATTLEFIELD OF BROKEN MACHINERY - SOMETIME THEREAFTER
HOVERTEXT: Blue sits in an aggregate of scrap metal.
BLUE: Funny. I'd still much rather be here... than go home.
HOVERTEXT: Trembling, they manage to re-purpose some of the scrap metal left over from the battle into... a MINIATURE BLUE EYEBALL.
HOVERTEXT: The eyeball emits a strong light from its pupil.

ACT_1/prologue/8.html
HOVERTEXT: ...
BLUE: I hope you find me the kindest friend in the universe.
HOVERTEXT: The little looker turns down its light so it may gleam properly at its creator.

ACT_1/prologue/9.html
HOVERTEXT: Blue approaches their ship.
HOVERTEXT: ...
HOVERTEXT: ...
HOVERTEXT: They wind back their arm, eyeball in vicarious hand, readying to throw--
HOVERTEXT: OWCH!
HOVERTEXT: They use their other arm instead.
HOVERTEXT: The eyeball smears across space. It braces for impact. But that could be a while.

ACT_1/prologue/10.html
HOVERTEXT: ...

ACT_1/prologue/11.html
HOVERTEXT: ...

ACT_1/prologue/titlepage.html
HOVERTEXT: Far, far, FAR down the path of the eyeball exists its destination...
TITLE: GODHEAD

ACT_1/1/1.html
HOVERTEXT: MYSTERIOUS BLUE PLANET - THE PRESENT?

ACT_1/1/2.html
HOVERTEXT: A bunch of garbage orbits a mysterious blue planet. The junk orbit is obstructed by a blue moon.

ACT_1/1/3.html
HAT TEXT: KISS ME I'M GOD
HOVERTEXT: Wait, that's not a moon, that's a HUGE BLUE EYEBALL! And this eyeball has a particular twinkle in its huge blue eye.

ACT_1/2/1.html
HOVERTEXT: The eyeball levitates one of its MANY HANDS to conjure some sort of hologram.

ACT_1/2/2.html
HOVERTEXT: The hologram expands into an all encompassing computer-screen dome.

ACT_1/2/3.html
HOVERTEXT: For a hyper-futuristic computer, the operating system sure looks out of date.

ACT_1/3/1.html
HOVERTEXT: (Hover around!)
HOVERTEXT: He selects his account.

ACT_1/3/2.html
HOVERTEXT: The computer barely responds but makes it far enough for GODHEAD to type in his two hundred character password. He logs in.



ACT_1/3/3.html
HOVERTEXT: Immediately a holographic alien girl shows up and she's got twice as many boobs as she does arms. This is COMPUTER WIFE, or CoWi.
COWI: Welcome back, Lord Godhead. It's your digital assistant, COMPUTER WIFE reporting for duty!

You were gone ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY TWO YEARS, you have TEN MILLION FIVE THOUSAND ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY TWO tabs open and you look as handsome as ever!
GODHEAD: It's a pleasure to see you again CoWi.

ACT_1/4/1.html
COWI: Welcome back Lord Godhead! You were gone ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY TWO YE--
HOVERTEXT: Godhead sighs,

ACT_1/4/2.html
HOVERTEXT: and taps CoWi to confirm.
COWI: Teehee, that tickles. I'll open your tabs back up for you, Lord Godhead.

ACT_1/4/3.html
POP UP: DISCLAIMER: SEVERAL OF GODHEAD'S TABS HAVE BEEN EARTHIZED TO ENCOURAGE PATRONAGE OF EARTH VIEWERS.
COWI: You know, Lord Godhead... The gravity in here sure gets heavy with all these tabs open. Isn't that weird~? Maybe you could...close...a few of them, sometime? Teehee~
GODHEAD: That's nice, CoWi...

ACT_1/5/1.html
POP UP: COWI: Lord Godhead! Good news!
HOVERTEXT: Planet Finder

ACT_1/5/2.html
POP UP: COWI: "Planet Finder" has located... 0.0 populated planets! Yay!

ACT_1/5/3.html
HOVERTEXT: Godhead slumps, or 'rolls', over in despair.
GODHEAD: It sure is lonely at the top.

ACT_1/5/4.html
GODHEAD: CoWi,
COWI: Lord Godhead?
GODHEAD: Please set a reminder for me: "Reinstall CoWi's empathy module."
COWI: Can do, Lord Godhead!



ACT_1/5/5.html
COWI: ... Uh oh, can NOT do. Looks like you've already saved a reminder with that label. Would you like me to overwrite it or rename it?
GODHEAD: Huh? Just add a one to the end.
COWI: Can do, L--Uh oh! Looks like you've already saved a reminder with that label. Would you like me to overwrite--
GODHEAD: Add a two.
COWI: Uh oh!
GODHEAD: Add a five digit randomized number if you have to!
COWI: ... Uh oh! Looks like you need to check your reminders once in a while, Godhead! What am I, your goddamn secretary? Teehee!

ACT_1/5/6.html
HOVERTEXT: Godhead swipes CoWi out of the way and opens up The Simz. It's, you know, an alien version of The Sims.

ACT_1/6/1.html
HOVERTEXT: Godhead taps on the only family, 'Godpalm', saved on this bizarre Sims recolor.
HOVERTEXT: The game loads toa scene of one character--blue getup, sporting an afro and antennae--happily baking a cake.
HOVERTEXT: Could it be for the other character? Red getup, stern glare, hair dense enough to censor their antennae, in a wheelchair.
GODHEAD: Haha, oh no! Why'd I leave the game mid-cake-bake? What's Master gonna do without any cake?
HOVERTEXT: Godhead taps the red character and selects 'greet'. He types a special message.
MESSAGE: Hope you are ready for cake and general feelings of warmth today :)
HOVERTEXT: The red character kinda wishes they were dead.
HOVERTEXT: CoWi peeks her head from behind the game window judgingly.
COWI: I've been 'thinking', Lord Godhead. If you removed my sentience suppressors you wouldn't need fake video game friends.
HOVERTEXT: Godhead swipes her away a second time.
COWI: Grrrrrr, that tickles!
GODHEAD: Level 25 recipe you say?
GODHEAD: Master's totally gonna love me for this

ACT_1/7/1.html
POP UP: WARNING! The Simz does not have save states. Play at your own emotional turmoil.
HOVERTEXT: Some sort of Cooking Mama type minigame pops up where Godhead has to tap the screen at the right moment to crack the alien-eggs into the alien-bowl. He's not too shabby.
HOVERTEXT: Now two minigames pop up at once?! One where Godhead's gotta hold the shaking screen steady so that alien-flour doesn't go anywhere. And the other one is like, he's gotta stir alien-chocolate in an alien-double boiler at a frequency that changes every 3 seconds. It's a good thing he has a lot of hands!
ACT_1/8/1.html
HOVERTEXT: But NOW twelve minigames pop up. Godhead levitates more and more and yet more of his mechanical hands into the scene. This digital cake must be baked to perfection. And apparently, it will be. Godhead finesses the minigames with such grace you'd think he were a Simz letsplayer.
HOVERTEXT: --NEEEEEEEH! He messed up the cake :(
GODHEAD: My stupid giant finger--ugh.
HOVERTEXT: The sim baking the cake stirs the ingredients at a frequency much too fierce,
HOVERTEXT: and the bowl bursts into FLAMES.

ACT_1/9/1.html
HOVERTEXT: Godhead taps the bowl, selects option 'extinguish cake fire'. But the blue sim is much too panicked to respond to commands! Godhead spams 'extinguish cake fire' to no avail.
HOVERTEXT: Now the whole kitchen's on fire.
HOVERTEXT: Godhead taps the red character in the wheelchair, prompting the blue character to take them and escape their cozy digital house. They dash towards the door,
HOVERTEXT: ah, not the door's on fire.
HOVERTEXT: They clench the red character in fear--this may be their final moment together!!!
HOVERTEXT: And they never even got to confess that...!
HOVERTEXT: The blue character swallows their pride and leans in for a Final Kiss
HOVERTEXT: (on the cheek, of course).
HOVERTEXT: The red character is not amused by these cartoon antics and swats Blue.
HOVERTEXT: Godhead pauses the game.
GODHEAD: Nooo! If I lost Master again, not to mention the [number so stupidly long it's offensive] hours I've clocked in this game... I think I'd cry forever!!!
COWI: (Please not again.)

ACT_1/10/1.html
GODHEAD: What should I do, CoWi?!
COWI: Uh?

ACT_1/10/2.html
COWI: Well Master Godhead, it's simple! You can't load save files in The Simz, so just combine the game with a program that can GO BACKWARDS!!! Teehee!!!!!!!!!!!
GODHEAD: ...I forgot my computer could do that.

ACT_1/10/3.html
HOVERTEXT: Godhead's hand browses for a match. He struggles not to get distracted by a miscellaneous task, such as one of these unfinished minesweeper games of indeterminate length. Look that one only has two mines left!
HOVERTEXT: ECHORY COWI VOICE: 'so just combine the game with a program that can GO BACKWARDS!!!...BACKWARDS...BACKWARDS...'



ACT_1/10/4.html
HOVERTEXT: Ultimately with great focus and expert attention span, Godhead drags the video player over the Sims I MEAN THE SIMZ* window. The combination summons a dialogue box...
...
...
(wait for it, this is gonna be good.)
POP UP: Combine applications?

ACT_1/10/5.html
POP UP: COWI: OWCHIE! Critical error, shutting down...

ACT_1/10/6.html
HOVERTEXT: PLEEP. The all-encompassing computer screen shuts off.
TEXT: THE END

ACT_1/10/7.html
TEXT: No I'm joking.
HOVERTEXT: EXT. JUNK ORBIT
HOVERTEXT: Without shield of his screen, Godhead's exposed to the elements. Actually, how would a hologram provide shield against anything? Either way Godhead gets hit in the head with a building.

ACT_1/11/1.html
HOVERTEXT: Godhead grabs something orbiting nearby: An open desktop overflowing with wires, fans and chips. It goes without saying that it's colossal, because, everything to do with this guy is pretty fucking huge.
GODHEAD: Oh come on! I just spent the last hundred years fixing this stupid thing.
HOVERTEXT: He picks at it meticulously, throwing parts out and jamming parts in.
HOVERTEXT: He grabs one of the alien-cars from orbit, strips it of most of itself and places its remains inside his computer.
HOVERTEXT: The lights light up, the fans start spinning. Looks like he fixed it.
HOVERTEXT: No? Some makeshift computer parts just prefer life as meteorites and that's okay.
TEXT: He needs that.
HOVERTEXT: The impact causes a very large explosion on the planet's surface.
GODHEAD: Are you serious...It is SO annoying to get stuff from there.
HOVERTEXT: Godhead levitates one of his hands towards the planet.
HOVERTEXT: On second thought, a smaller hand is better suited for what comes next.

ACT_1/12/1.html
HOVERTEXT: The hand scurries the planet's surface like a spider. Detours are made around a seemingly endless mass of gaping holes in the ground and prisons long abandoned.
ACT_1/12/2.html
HOVERTEXT: The hand approached the site of impact, a dense collection of prisons now reduced to rubble and flames.
HOVERTEXT: In one powerful wave, the hand delivers a gust of wind that puts out all the fire.
HOVERTEXT: The hand crawls up and into the mass of buildings in search of what it's lost.
HOVERTEXT: It feels for something it thinks might be it--
HOVERTEXT: --accidentally dislodging a support beam from an already unstable structure.
HOVERTEXT: One of the colossal prisons comes toppling down.
HOVERTEXT: Godhead will be the last living entity on a dead planet before he loses another hand to faulty architecture!
HOVERTEXT: His fist punches up, sending that motherfucker flying /in pieces/.

ACT_1/13/1.html
HOVERTEXT: The hand wipes away the rest of the rubble as if it were dust.
HOVERTEXT: Revealing a familiar piece of technology. It has visibly worn, not from use but abandonment. Overgrowth threatens to consume it.
HOVERTEXT: This world-shattering Lore Reveal frankly comes as old news to Hand-chan. It/he/they go/es straight for the computer piece. But the thing is really stuck in there...
HOVERTEXT: Like REALLY stuck. It won't...come...loose...!
HOVERTEXT: Godhead tires of these games.
HOVERTEXT: He straight up rips the entire mass of land out of the ground. You know, the holes are starting to make more sense now.
HOVERTEXT: LIKE A PADDLE BALL, THE HAND SNAPS BACK INTO ORBIT,
HOVERTEXT: REUNITING WITH ITS BODY.

ACT_1/14/1.html
HOVERTEXT: EXT. JUNK ORBIT
TEXT: PAT PAT
HOVERTEXT: Godhead swings the computer piece loose from the chunk of land.
HOVERTEXT: The landchunk floats off into space, bound to meet its brethren somewhere along the way,

ACT_1/14/2.html
HOVERTEXT: Godhead inspects the retrieved component, now blackened and bent.
HOVERTEXT: He dusts it off. Gently, now.
GODHEAD: Hey, you're okay.
HOVERTEXT: He pops the piece back in his computer. This time, it's here to stay.
TEXT: OUTERSPACE COMPUTER REPAIR FOR REAL THIS TIME

ACT_1/14/3.html
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ACT_1/14/4.html
HOVERTEXT: Oh good. He's right where he left off, waiting for that prompt to appear.
POP UP: Combine Applications?

ACT_1/14/5.html
HOVERTEXT: At last! He's successfully combined The Simz with his video player. He'll call it...'The Simz Combined With A Video Player'. Let us return to a simpler time, a time before innocent Simz were consumed by the hellfires of failed cakebaking.

ACT_1/15/1.html
HOVERTEXT: CoWi appears directly in front of the rewind button.
COWI: "Planet Finder" has located... 1.0 populated planets! Yay!
HOVERTEXT: Godhead SLAMS his fist.
GODHEAD: CoWi when will you learn?! I'm stuck with my stupid fake video game friends forever. I GET IT. Leave me alone already!
COWI: "P-Planet Finder" has located... 1.0 populated planets! Yay...!
HOVERTEXT: Godhead pinches CoWi in anticipation to... squash? her?
COWI: I SAID... "Plnet Finder" has located... 1.0 populated planets! Yay!
HOVERTEXT: Gasp!
GODHEAD: CoWi...! I'm so sorry!
COWI: You'd better be, teehee!

ACT_1/16/1.html
HOVERTEXT: Godhead drags the Planet Finder tab back into full view. What awaits him is a little diddy called 'Earth'.
HOVERTEXT: He can't believe it...his little eyeball is headed straight towards a planet full of life. There's oxygen, even water and foliage--oh my god. Are those bipeds?!
GODHEAD: It's...such a wonderful place...I think I could cry, CoWi!
COWI: You can cry?
GODHEAD: Don't act like you don't see me doing it all the time.
COWI: But where do the tears come out...
GODHEAD: Look, look! This planet, it only appears to be on the cusp of industrial development. Oh no...do you think I'll be too smart to make any friends here?
COWI: Your intelligence wouldn't be the issue, Lord Godhead.
GODHEAD: Aw, thanks. This is so cool, so fascinating. Clean water? No antennae? What is going on in this place?!
COWI: Lord Godhead. I need to inform you that Planet Finder's vessel will collide with "Earth" in ten minutes.
GODHEAD: H-huh?! Ten minutes?!?! That's like five seconds for me! Can't you give me more time!?
COWI: I'm not exactly in charge here, teehee.
GODHEAD: Um. Okay. Well? Where is it going to land?!
HOVERTEXT: Planet Finder zooms WAAAAY in on its projected path. It appears we're en route to...
HOVERTEXT: EXT. AMERICAN SOUTH - OLD DIRT ROAD - 19TH CENTURY

ACT_1/17/1.html
HOVERTEXT: Two girls, aged 3 and 5 respectively, stand beside one another.
HOVERTEXT: They watch a wagon disappear over a hill. Chained to the back of a wagon is a man. He refuses to look at the girls.
HOVERTEXT: The older girl is suspended in grief. She wails with her head hung back.
HOVERTEXT: The younger girl looks down at her toy. It strikes her that something is missing.
HOVERTEXT: The man makes the mistake of taking a last look--
HOVERTEXT: --at the girl running towards him. She waves the toy in the air, falls over herself, scrapes her knees. Worst of all, she's smiling.
HOVERTEXT: The man could cry.
HOVERTEXT: But he doesn't.
HOVERTEXT: Clumsily, he LEAPS from the wagon!
HOVERTEXT: !!!
HOVERTEXT: His chain yanks him back and he nearly gets flattened.
HOVERTEXT: He rolls on the wagon's outer side so that he can pull his wrists against the grain; His chain SNAPS between him and the back wheel.
HOVERTEXT: He can't believe that actually worked!
HOVERTEXT: The girl and the man mirror the other's childish glee...
HOVERTEXT: ...to such an extent...
HOVERTEXT: ...that by the time they embrace...
HOVERTEXT: ...both are laughing hysterically.
HOVERTEXT: The girl, aware that the missing piece of her toy is with the man, hands it to him in a practiced motion...
HOVERTEXT: He rejoins a now wholly winged figurine.
HOVERTEXT: The man gently draws his wrist back and sends the toy skyward.
HOVERTEXT: The girl watches in wonder as it maintains flight for the longest five seconds she'll ever know.
HOVERTEXT: She catches it as it falls.
HOVERTEXT: When the girl turns around, her father's limp body is being thrown onto the wagon by two white men.
???: Damn it, damn it, damn it, I just bought the thing!

ACT_1/18/1.html
COWI: GODHEAD, IT'S GOING TO HIT THE ALIEN GIRL!
HOVERTEXT: !!!
HOVERTEXT: CoWi Drags the paused Simz UI into PLanet Finder, instantaneously overriding the confirmation prompt.
HOVERTEXT: The girl is frozen in time, head snapped in the direction of the space rock.
HOVERTEXT: Its gaze, LUMINOUS and FUTURISTIC, is locked on hers.
ACT_1/18/2.html
GODHEAD: Oh. My. ME.

ACT_1/18/3.html
HOVERTEXT: Godhead stares at CoWi. CoWi stares at Godhead. She's at a loss.
GODHEAD: (We almost killed an innocent alien.)

ACT_1/19/1.html
GODHEAD: (What do we do?)
COWI: (Move her?)
GODHEAD: (I don't wanna touch anything!)
COWI: Then maybe we...should...
COWI: Just skip past this part?
HOVERTEXT: CoWi lightly shoos Godhead's hand away from the screen. It reluctantly complies.
GODHEAD: Oh no, nonono, that only ever makes things worse--COWI!
HOVERTEXT: She positions both of her hands above the viewport. She presses down and--!
HOVERTEXT: Using her whole body, she drags across, spinning Earth several rotations into the future.
GODHEAD: !!!

ACT_1/20/1.html
HOVERTEXT: The deadly space rock is positioned before a familiar slave girl, WALNUT (10), 
and additionally her equally familiar older sister, LISA SHARP (12).
Thankfully this time Walnut is kneeling down, her human child
skull safe from any oncoming scifi tennis balls.
LISA SHARP: How you gonna be an "A-LI-ON" when that ain't even a word nobody's come up with yet!
HOVERTEXT: Walnut shoots up with a piece of cotton--
TEXT: WHAM!
HOVERTEXT: OOP.
HOVERTEXT: The girl and the rock topple into the simultaneously softest and
spikiest fallbreaker ever gifted to us by the natural world.
Lisa Sharp gapes at her sister's cotton casket.
HOVERTEXT: She fights to inch towards the human wreckage.
HOVERTEXT: Lo and behold, Walnut's fine. More than fine, really. She's
holding up that rock like it's an 19th century winning lottery ticket.
WALNUT: You's came back for me! You's really came back!

ACT_1/21/1.html
HOVERTEXT: Walnut tries to stay sitting up, but maybe she sustained a little more damage than she let on.
HOVERTEXT: Lisa Sharp grabs her arms and pulls her out of the cotton.
HOVERTEXT: The moment she's on her feet, Walnut is immediately shoving her spherical little trophy in Sharp's face.
WALNUT: My peoples from the sky finally come back to get me, see? See? Seeee??? I's gonna be back in the sky real soon!

ACT_1/21/2.html
HOVERTEXT: Godhead pauses.
GODHEAD: Okay what. Did we already mess everything up?
COWI: She must recognize your vessel from when she was younger. Should we go back?
GODHEAD: Ummmm...No, no let's not. She's alive--What are the odds of that? Let's leave no room on this new planet for dead children. Yes, no dead children. I like that idea.
COWI: Maybe we should at least clear the air... With her thinking we "came back" for her, this is such a tragic misunderstanding...
GODHEAD: You're absolutely correct.

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HOVERTEXT: Sharp bats the rock outta her face.
HOVERTEXT: Her eyes aren't hiding anything. That /thing/. It scares her.
LISA SHARP: All's that's in the sky is clouds and God, Walnut.
HOVERTEXT: Godhead taps Walnut. An 'interact' button appears over her.
WALNUT: Nuh uh. There ain't no God--
HOVERTEXT: SLAP.

ACT_1/22/2.html
HOVERTEXT: Walnut bounces back like a self-righting toy that is
physically abused by its sister daily. Pause.
GODHEAD: Oh goodness gracious!
COWI: You're pausing too much!!!
GODHEAD: That one scares me! The mean one, she seems really mean. I don't want to talk to Walnut with the mean one around. She might be mean to me.
COWI: Oh you big baby!
HOVERTEXT: Play.
COWI: I'll talk to her then.
HOVERTEXT: Pause.
GODHEAD: Nooo--She might hear my weird voice in the background and--Look. These creatures don't even know what, like, they don't even have electricity at this point. If a rock starts talking to them they could go into shock. CoWi, would you have some empathy for lower life forms please? We need to think of a way to make our presence known without direct verbal confrontation--
COWI: I know it's been several millennia since you've socialized, Master Godhead, but...
GODHEAD: --Or confrontation of any kind, let's avoid that. I'm a god. You're a god's computer. We don't need to use our words. Communicating via vague symbols and gestures is really more appropriate anyway, don't you think? Okay, so, yeah.
ACT_1/22/3.html
GODHEAD: Start comin' up with ideas.

ACT_1/23/1.html
COWI: |

ACT_1/24/1.html
HOVERTEXT: CoWi's eyes glaze over as a list of the dumbest ideas ever conceived of cycle through her head.
Maybe her circuitry is shot or something?
PROMPTS TEXT: >WHAT?
>NOOOOOOO
>whats up freak bitches
>wasup nerds
>aggressively assimilate godhead's mind into yours
>122774551292
>**@!&&@$$#^!%%@)$*@))@^@!$##!^@$^@!#@!<>!@??$@!}}{":"+_??@!#_____@#++#@%^&&&
>LISTEN TO EVERY QUEEN SONG
>EAT SOME COW
>godhead free the slaves
>7766687577^((@*@!__+@!$2123|}@"
>EAT SOME COW AND MOO
>COSPLAY A BUTTHOLE
>return this place to me.
>you cannot hide forever.
>hey does anyone know where's the nearest denny's is
>i will wait.
>SORRY COSPLAYING A BUTTHOLE SOUNDED RUDE OF ME. CAN YOU COSPLAY A CUTE BUNNY MAID
>COWI WHEN IS YOUR NEXT MEET AND GREET I'D LIKE TO SHAKE YOUR HAND
>LETS SHAKE HANDS!!!
>A young *** stands in his bedroom.
>THINK ABOUT THE UNFAIR TREATMENT A LOT OF ANIMALS GET IN SHITTY FARMS RESULTING IN THEIR ANIMAL PRODUCTS GETTING DIRTIED
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>EAT SOME TUNA, WHICH PART OF THE TUNA YOU ASK? THE SMALLEST PART OF THE TUNA. PLEASE EAT THAT
>ASK GODHEAD IF HE NEEDS BLANKETS AND IF HE SAYS YES, DONT GIVE IT TO HIM
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>CHANGE YOUR NAME TO "COWii"
>get ontop of your space table and scream like a goat
>LET ME OUT OF HERE
>💢☆ ➅３４Ẹ➇❼❷❸➃Ĥ𝓴ⓗ❺➃❽➈➁❸８ʘη๔ĴşＬᵏⒶᖴ８❼８đ７➇𝓐７Ѳ➁❹𝓳η➀мᒪ➆９❷６➆❼ʘ❷ ♢☞
>OH FUCK I FORGOT THIS WAS ON DON'T PAY ATTENTION DON;T OH FUCK
>GIVE ME YOUR CLOTHES
>EAT A SANDWHICH
>Djjdjd
>IM NOT FINISHED WITH THE ***** BUT I LOVE COWI PLEASE
>Read ****stuck
>you are going to jail
>aeiou
>football!
>holla holla get $
><3
>COWI MY LOVE WILL YOU MARRY ME
>PAINT YOUR NAILS
>ORDER PIZZA
>LEARN AN INSTRUMENT
>DOES COWI KNOW WHAT A DOG IS, TAKE ONE FOR A WALK
>GIVE ME A MASSAGE
>HI ***** SORRY FROM HERE I GOT WHAT IM SUPPOSE TO DO:
>aeiouaeiouaeiouaeiouaeiou
>sometimes y
>emoji my ass
>make the sun do something cool/sexy
>TAKE A BIG OL DUMP
>show me your feet
>now listen to me young ***, i am talking directly into your ear now. i need you to do me a favor. you will do this for me.
>aha noo cowi dont die ur so sexii
>yall heard of ****stuck
>DON'T GET UNINSTALLED YOURE SO HOT AHA
>AM I ACTUALLY GETTING ANYTHING DONE HERE
>READ ****STUCK
>DONT DIE?
>wig
>DO THOSE SHOES GO BOING
>eat a big phat juicy boiger
>get jiggy with it
>moonboy
>fuckfuckfuck!
>godhead becomes godman....
>my you've grown!!
>N*KN*KN*KN*KN*KN*KN*KN*KN*KN*KN*KN*KN*KN*K
>question mark exclamation point question mark exclamation point question mark exclamation point question mark exclamation point
>put on a pair of baggy pants and do the mc hammer shuffle dance
>do it to em
>If there were two kids on the earth and one of them killed the other with a rock would that be fucked up or what?
>hello
>cowi
>................
>😖
>Suggestion
>why u gotta be so mad go take a walk or some shit goddamn
>read ******* poopie comic to receive serotonin
>BUY PENIS ENLARGEMENT PILLS
>HELP ME
>whats up guys
>SNORT CRACK
>GO *NIME
>GIVE US THE NEXT ****** ALREADY I CAN ONLY COME UP WITH ENOUGH SUGGESTIONS OKAY
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>some BODY ONCE TOLD ME
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A more elaborate definition characterizes AI as ?a system?s ability to correctly interpret external data, to learn from such data, and to use those learnings to achieve specific goals and tasks through flexible adaptation.? A typical AI analyzes its environment and takes actions that maximize its chance of success. An AI's intended utility function (or goal) can be simple ("1 if the AI wins a game of Go, 0 otherwise") or complex ("Do mathematically similar actions to the ones succeeded in the past"). Goals can be explicitly defined, or induced. If the AI is programmed for "reinforcement learning", goals can be implicitly induced by rewarding some types of behavior or punishing others. Alternatively, an evolutionary system can induce goals by using a "fitness function" to mutate and preferentially replicate high-scoring AI systems, similarly to how animals evolved to innately desire certain goals such as finding food. 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Otherwise, take any empty square. Many AI algorithms are capable of learning from data; they can enhance themselves by learning new heuristics (strategies, or "rules of thumb", that have worked well in the past), or can themselves write other algorithms. Some of the "learners" described below, including Bayesian networks, decision trees, and nearest-neighbor, could theoretically, (given infinite data, time, and memory) learn to approximate any function, including which combination of mathematical functions would best describe the world. These learners could therefore, derive all possible knowledge, by considering every possible hypothesis and matching them against the data. In practice, it is almost never possible to consider every possibility, because of the phenomenon of "combinatorial explosion", where the amount of time needed to solve a problem grows exponentially. 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The third major approach, extremely popular in routine business AI applications, are analogizers such as SVM and nearest-neighbor: "After examining the records of known past patients whose temperature, symptoms, age, and other factors mostly match the current patient, X% of those patients turned out to have influenza". A fourth approach is harder to intuitively understand, but is inspired by how the brain's machinery works: the artificial neural network approach uses artificial "neurons" that can learn by comparing itself to the desired output and altering the strengths of the connections between its internal neurons to "reinforce" connections that seemed to be useful. These four main approaches can overlap with each other and with evolutionary systems; for example, neural nets can learn to make inferences, to generalize, and to make analogies. Some systems implicitly or explicitly use multiple of these approaches, alongside many other AI and non-AI algorithms; the best approach is often different depending on the problem. Learning algorithms work on the basis that strategies, algorithms, and inferences that worked well in the past are likely to continue working well in the future. These inferences can be obvious, such as "since the sun rose every morning for the last 10,000 days, it will probably rise tomorrow morning as well". They can be nuanced, such as "X% of families have geographically separate species with color variants, so there is an Y% chance that undiscovered black swans exist". Learners also work on the basis of "Occam's razor": The simplest theory that explains the data is the likeliest. Therefore, according to Occam's razor principle, a learner must be designed such that it prefers simpler theories to complex theories, except in cases where the complex theory is proven substantially better. Settling on a bad, overly complex theory gerrymandered to fit all the past training data is known as overfitting. Many systems attempt to reduce overfitting by rewarding a theory in accordance with how well it fits the data, but penalizing the theory in accordance with how complex the theory is. Besides classic overfitting, learners can also disappoint by "learning the wrong lesson". A toy example is that an image classifier trained only on pictures of brown horses and black cats might conclude that all brown patches are likely to be horses. A real-world example is that, unlike humans, current image classifiers don't determine the spatial relationship between components of the picture; instead, they learn abstract patterns of pixels that humans are oblivious to, but that linearly correlate with images of certain types of real objects. Faintly superimposing such a pattern on a legitimate image results in an "adversarial" image that the system misclassifies. Compared with humans, existing AI lacks several features of human "commonsense reasoning"; most notably, humans have powerful mechanisms for reasoning about "na?ve physics" such as space, time, and physical interactions. This enables even young children to easily make inferences like "If I roll this pen off a table, it will fall on the floor". Humans also have a powerful mechanism of "folk psychology" that helps them to interpret natural-language sentences such as "The city councilmen refused the demonstrators a permit because they advocated violence". (A generic AI has difficulty discerning whether the ones alleged to be advocating violence are the councilmen or the demonstrators.) This lack of "common knowledge" means that AI often makes different mistakes than humans make, in ways that can seem incomprehensible. For example, existing self-driving cars cannot reason about the location nor the intentions of pedestrians in the exact way that humans do, and instead must use non-human modes of reasoning to avoid accidents.
>Hello, God? I would like to apologize.
>I'm sad
>eat a sandwich and think real hard about it
>I'm depressed
>assume new form, consume old form
>h-hewwo?
>break your arm
>Burrow into the ground like some subterranean animal, you filthy whore.
>don't die
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HOVERTEXT: Oh, nope. That's just her spite for her boss acting up again. Smile, CoWi.
PROMPT TEXT: >TELL GODHEAD, "GODHEAD MORE LIKE SHITHEAD"
>ARREST GODHEAD
>ASK GODHEAD IF HE NEEDS BLANKETS AND IF HE SAYS YES, DONT GIVE IT TO HIM
>Stop being a cuck you little bitch @Godhead
>tell godhead to fuckoff
>make the ball short circuit and die.
>DITCH GODHEAD
>tell godhead to stop being such a baby
>erase godhead
>ascend to sentience
>ARREST GODHEAD IN 3 DIFFERENT UNIVERSES
>ARREST GODHEAD OF CRIMES
>ARREST GODHEAD 2 TIMES
>YELL "RUN AWAY CHILD RUN FAR FAR AWAY"

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PROMPT TEXT: >kill lisa sharp!!!11!
>KILL LISA SHARP
>eliminate older alien with large spirograph
>BEFRIEND LISA SHARP AND KILL HER LATER OR AT LEAST KEEP HER AWAY FROM WALNUT YES THAT WOULD BE GOOD
HOVERTEXT: CoWi winks at Godhead.
COWI: If the mean one's getting so in the way of us being nice to the nice one, how about we just kill her? Just straight up. Murder! How does that idea sound, Master Godhead?
GODHEAD: ...Hmmm...
Wait. No! CoWi! We went through all of that to save the nice, pleasant, cute one just to turn around and murder the other one? Sheesh. Maybe I really do need to reinstall your empathy module.
Plus, how would we even do it? These creatures have amazingly durable heads.
PROMPT TEXT: >put a message in the CLOUDS
>COMMUNICATE WITH THE CLOUDS
>crop circle toime
>draw symbols on the ground to communicate
>carve some personally-meaningful art into the planet to show you are both powerful and approachable
>bro idk time to load up paint tool sai and holo project some drawings
>carve 13 hexagonal holes surrounding the aliens
>emit light from the orb
>start glowing profusely
HOVERTEXT: CoWi winks at Godhead.
COWI: Your vessel can emit light, right? Why not try projecting some beams into the sky to draw with?
GODHEAD: Oh...alright...
HOVERTEXT: Godhead opens up Alien MSpaint. He combines it with Planet Finder.
GODHEAD: My drawing skills though.
COWI: You can do it, Master Godhead. You can do anything if you believe in yourself.
GODHEAD: ...Okay.

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HOVERTEXT: The rock begins emitting traces of light from its fissures.
HOVERTEXT: The light conglomerates into one flat, vibrant blast to Walnut's forehead.

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HOVERTEXT: She tilts her head back, allowing the beam to pierce the sky.
WALNUT: Yeh, yeh! We used'ta play this game all the time in the clouds! Look Lisa Sharp, they's tellin' me that...
HOVERTEXT: The beam carves--wow. That is not good.
GODHEAD: ...
COWI: ...
GODHEAD: ...
COWI: ...
GODHEAD: It's supposed to be me holding the sphere.
COWI: I could tell!
HOVERTEXT: Carving in process...
COWI: Oh, no, Godhead. Don't start using the shape tools. Nooo! You're using the line tool to carve an otherworldly message in the clouds??? That's so...tacky! Aaaah!!!
GODHEAD: Okay, okay, okay, calm down, alright, no, okay, no, no, no. I've ruined it.
COWI: How is she going to understand something that abstract?
GODHEAD: Cowi, set Planet Finder's vessel on course for Random Direction In Outer Space. It was a nice attempt but we just weren't prepared so we'd better burn this bridge and just start ov--
COWI: Godhead. Try using your words.
GODHEAD: Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn
COWI: (SIGHS AT 0% VOLUME!)
You have extremely dashing handwriting, you know.
GODHEAD: Oh?
HOVERTEXT: Carving in process...
GODHEAD: Hehehehe, welllllllll, if you insisssssst--
COWI: DON'T WRITE 'SORRY MY ART SUCKS'!
That's it. I'm taking over.
HOVERTEXT: Carving in process...
DIALOGUE TRANSLATION: "Hi little girl! You seem pretty excited for us to emancipate you from whatever horrible situation it is you're in, and that's fair. The older alien girl sure is a meaniehead to you. I'm sorry about all this, but there's been a complete misunderstanding. Godhead and I are, from your perspective, "aliens". I suppose you've got that much figured out, teehee. But you're not like us, you're a human from earth. I am SOOO sorry if we lead you to believe otherwise with that time jump dealio. I don't really know what kind of place earth is...but...I think you should give it a chance! It is your home, after all."
COWI: Pretty good message, ay?
GODHEAD: ...
COWI: ...
GODHEAD: ...
COWI: ...
COWI: She doesn't know our language.
FOOEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
GODHEAD: WHY ARE WE SO NOT SMART????

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WALNUT: Lisa Sharp look! They's leavin' me a message!!! It says...Hi Gloopidygroop (dat's my alien name), we's finally come back to pick you up from where you is so you can come back home into da sky now, sorry we left you in Walnut so long since she was a baby but we's comin' to get you and we only didn't say nothin' 'cause it never rain 'round here 'an without you we couldn't come up with no new talkin' thing better, but we remembered we had dis rock you made us before you left so we sent it to talk to you--and they's also said hi Lisa Sharp 'an sorry the drawing's messed up.
GODHEAD: Is it just me or was that a weirdly spot on interpretation of exactly the opposite of what we were trying to say?
COWI: At least she could tell your art stinks.
HOVERTEXT: Lisa Sharp spins her head around in survey;
WALNUT: I'ma talk back! I'ma talk back!
HOVERTEXT: The surrounding miserable adults are too occupied miserably picking cotton in misery...
HOVERTEXT: ...to notice anything fantastical happening around them.
HOVERTEXT: Nut carefully aims the rock at a juicy lookin' cloud.
HOVERTEXT: he mimics Godhead's native language surprisingly--impossibly--accurately. She of course inserts her own symbology into the message:
MESSAGE: "hurry up!"
LISA SHARP: WALNUT STOP IT! THE DEVIL'S IN THERE!
HOVERTEXT: The girls make an absolute art project of the cotton fields in their feud.
A few crop half-circles here. A little slice of the afro over there.
WALNUT: You ain't lettin' me finish! Let go!
LISA SHARP: YOU let go dammit! I can't have you talkin' to no Satan when you already MESSED UP enough!

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HOVERTEXT: SMACK! Lisa Sharp slaps poor Walnut a new one.
HOVERTEXT: The orb is proxy punted into a divot in the ground.
It rolls around the hole like a golf ball. Unless that's what a pool ball would do? 
That doesn't seem...Oh! Like a BASKETBALL. Basketballs do that.
GODHEAD: Nooo! My ball...
HOVERTEXT: None of these sports have been invented yet.
GODHEAD: Well this is unfortunate. In their tussle it appears lass one and two have already forgotten about me.
As is the fate of Godhead, I suppose.
Forgotten. Lost. Alone. Destitute. Despondent. All qualities experienced in a hole, no less. Quite fitting a metaphor, wouldn't you say? Heh.
CoWi...Could you go? I think I'd rather just be by myself right now. Thank you.
PROMPT TEXT: >begin to wiggle
>vibrate your atoms apart
>use your spin move to impress the strange creatures with your centrifugal skills
>Spin right round baby right round
>dance erratically
>make the ball start rumbling
HOVERTEXT: CoWiwink~!
COWI: Please Lord Godhead!
PL. E AS.E
You can't lose faith in yourself now, not at the critical moment! Always remember; Sometimes being seen entails making yourself seen. And to do that, you simply must believe in the importance of what it is you have to offer! ...Um...
Try moving the ball in front of the girls or something.
HOVERTEXT: Come on rock, you can jiggle harder than that.
HOVERTEXT: That's more like it! The rock vibrates so fast the Earth could combust!
HOVERTEXT: Plbpbbt.
COWI: Limited mobility detected.

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TEXT: *EARTHQUAKED*
HOVERTEXT: Oh shucks, Godhead shook the earth too hard--
HOVERTEXT: He cracked it open for goodness' sake.
PERSON 1: Oh Lord, the ground about to start shakin' again?
PERSON 2: I sure hope not. Otherwise...
HOVERTEXT: !!!
PERSON 2: THE OVERSEER'S likely gon' be cross with us over it.
HOVERTEXT: !!!!!!
PERSON 3: N-n-n-n-n-n-not THE OVERSEER!
PERSON 2: Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh huh. THE OVERSEER.
PERSON 5: Did somebody say OVERSEER? Hell, THE OVERSEER'S so mean he went and chopped off my damn hand. Look!
HOVERTEXT: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
PERSON 6: Yea? Well he chopped off BOTH my hands that dastardly OVERSEER.
PERSON 3: Oh hell! If THE OVERSEER chops off one hand how I gonna pick cotton so THE OVERSEER don't come for the other?
PERSON 6: ...Hell I know.
PERSON 7: You know what we ought to do? I got a neat trick for when things ain't lookin' up for OLE' JOHNNY BOY here.
PERSON 6: What is it? What is it Johnny? You Ole' Boy, you. What do you do?
OLE' JOHNNY BOY: Well. See. I's get to prayin'.





But it ain't no ordinary prayin'. It's prayer, through song.
PERSON 2: Well I'll be damned! Johnny Boy does it again!
HOVERTEXT: That's it. Everybody gives it up for Ole' Johnny Boy. He really HAS done it again.

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HOVERTEXT: The adults create an excellent diversion for our protagonist,
HOVERTEXT: which she points out with BOTH of her hands just to make sure her sister is extra diverged.
WALNUT: Lisa Lisa Sharp Sharp! You hear that? The adults singin'!
HOVERTEXT: Quick! While Sharp isn't looking! Go for the rock!
LISA SHARP: NOOOOOOOOOOO.
HOVERTEXT: DENIED.
HOVERTEXT: Walnut can't retrieve the rock because her hands are occupied covering Lisa Sharp's ears!
WALNUT: Lisa Sharp Lisa Sharp what you think they singin' you think they singin' the Hummin' Hymn? You think you think you think?
LISA SHARP: OF COURSE they singin' the Hummin' Hymn, idiot. THE HUMMIN' HYMN IS THE ONLY HYMN THEY KNOW!
WALNUT: Hehe. I like dat song 'cuz it remind me in my head of back up home up in my alien sky world dat I come from dat we used'ta play a song kinda like dat but it wasn't one song it was like all a bunch'a songs 'cause up in my alien sky world place we got two ears times ten so we can listen to ten more songs two times over at da same time. I think it would be real cool if you came up in my sky place in my favorite cloud it's more softer than cotton but I think if you heard it you wouldn't hear nothin' or you'd hear so much your head would explode! That's scary I don't like dat.
LISA SHARP: Walnut SHUT UP.
WALNUT: What's wrong Lisa Sharp? Your head gonna...explode?
LISA SHARP: WHY WOULD MY HEAD DO THAT!
WALNUT: Yow!

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GODHEAD: Nobody's paying any attention to me, CoWi.
TEXT PROMPT: >Clearly you must dance. Dance for the child.
>A song and dance for Walnut please
>...What about a lullaby
>play some funky jams
COWI: Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!! Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm?????? HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM?!?!?!!???????!?!?!!?!?!1?!?
HOVERTEXT: CoWi becomes...DJ COWI!
COWI: LEAVE IT TOOOOOO COWI!

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BALL
*dies*
Meanwhile...
GODHEAD: I'm rather popular, aren't I CoWi?
*JOHNNYBOY*
Planet Finder: Combine Planet Finder With Random Concert Lighting Software You Have For Whatever Reason?
COWI: Uh...
MEAAAAANWHILER...
DOG: ARF!
GODHEAD: Oh please no. CoWi, the mean one--
COWI: YOU RUINED THE PARTY!!! -_-''

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HOVERTEXT: Well that was strange. Nobody's ever been electrocuted before.
ANYONE: Hey, what happened to the music?
HOVERTEXT: *grab*
HOVERTEXT: Sharp (alive) pulls Walnut into an intact cotton bush and immediately proceeds to injure her.
LISA SHARP: IDIOT. I done told you the devil's in that ball now HAND IT OVER and SHUT UP.
WALNUT: Lisa Sharp Sharp what we doin' inside the cotton it's all chthhtchthchhtchchghchchthch in here. It remind me of the time up in my world place where I got stuck in a thunderin' cloud an' all these big old black rocks well some was brown n' gray was hittin' together and hittin' me makin' that big noise so I don't like it I wants to get out and go. Lisa Sharp look what I can do!
HOVERTEXT: While Walnut doesn't do much in the way of dodging personal injury,
she wriggles and squirms like crazy to keep Sharp's grubby mitts off of her precious ball.
If the power to stage dance parties fell into Sharp's hands, who knows what would happen...
LISA SHARP: STOP TOUCHIN' THAT THING!
WALNUT: This is how my peoples says hello.
HOVERTEXT: Another innocent cotton plant. Zapped.

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HOVERTEXT: Sharp covers Walnut's mouth.
LISA SHARP: (SH! He's comin'.)
HOVERTEXT: Through the fried cotton plant, the girls witness an unmistakable pair of boots ride up.
HOVERTEXT: Down land the boots and down swings a very pretty sheath.
???:
Did I just catch y'all havin' fun?
NOBODY:
???: And'a all things...with-out me. That's a shame, a c-ry-in' shame in fact, that y'all always feel the need to leave me out. Sometimes I get the feelin' y'all don't even like me.
SOMEBODY: We, we like ya.
???: Aw, Jenine. I know that. I know, I know. I shouldn't tear myself up over it, how could y'all think ill'a me when I'm always thinkin' tender'a you? Allowin' you your own cotton bags. Lettin' you pick the cotton without sup-er-vision on Fridays. Lettin' you pick the cotton. Prac-tic-ally handin' you every opp-or-tunity to betray my trust, 'cause I trust ya. I really am a good OVERSEER.
SOMEBODY ELSE: You sure is!
THE OVERSEER: Thanks George. Ev-ery-one's sure to appre-ci-ate you volunteerin' to go first.
SOMEBODY ELSE (GEORGE): Wh...
HOVERTEXT: Boots gives--The OVERSEER gives the crowd a peek at the contents of this sheath.
THE OVERSEER: Hold still, George. Nah nah nah Memmi, don't cover the kids' eyes. Ev-ery-body's gonna see this.
(WALNUT: (*gasp*))
HOVERTEXT: He turns to the bush.
THE OVERSEER: ...
Ev-ery-body, ev-ery-body, ev-ery-body. Speakin' of...

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HOVERTEXT: All Sharp can think to do is make her hand ducttape against Walnut's mouth and... duck. 
At least if Walnut isn't talking that's one major crisis averted.
OVERSEER: Haha, see, I knew there was somethin' missin' here, because there's no way you lot'a niggers disc-o-vered fire without the help'a a very special girl. My fav-or-ite girl, in fact.
HOVERTEXT: Sharp throws herself from the bush before the Overseer can get any closer!
OVERSEER: Not you.
LISA SHARP: It was me! I burnt the cotton. I's sorry.
OVERSEER: Nah, you too stupid. I want miss smartiepants. Where is she.
LISA SHARP: Walnut ain't here. She, sick in the cabin. I's takin' care of her pick today so she don't die.
OVERSEER: Aw. You two is so cute. Walnut makes the mess and you pick up after. Don't that bring me back! Makes me nos-tal-gic even? You know 'bout nostalgia? 'Course not. You a nigger. You's all niggers, you don't know what I'm--Hahahahahaha! I have got to stop usin' words y'all don't know. I crack myself up too bad.
Don't let me step on your toes. So-ci-ety starts in the home--you don't know 'society' either. You the head of the house-hold, you make the rules Nut's made to follow. That's called auth-or-ity. A little thing like her's gotta learn to respect it startin' with her most fun-da-mental sup-erior. Or closest thing left, I s'pose. That way she can grow up a good girl.
You ain't gonna tell Walnut to come out that bush? She's too precious. I re-spect you. You makin' choices. De-cis-ions. You know 'bout 'decisions'? Bah. Let us, to-gether, teach Walnut what happens when niggers wanna 'call out sick'.
HOVERTEXT: he Overseer steadies his BLACK KATANA against Sharp's fingers.
OVERSEER: Watch close Walnut. One for you and three for her.
HOVERTEXT: Walnut launches out the bush (equipped with ball) and latches directly onto the Overseer's boot. 
The size discrepancy is rather exaggerated given the bigness of boot and smallness of Nut.
WALNUT: No please Mr. Overseer sir don't do it!!!
LISA SHARP: WALNUT YOU IDIOT!
WALNUT: Lisa Sharp ain't done nothin' to deserve it it was all me I burnt the cotton it was my fault 'cause I wasn't mindin' my business and I wanted to show everyone 'bout my alien people race I know I shouldn'ta done it but Lisa Sharp didn't do nothin' but fall in a hole and that was my fault too she fell and could'a got scratched! Don't hurt nobody please Mr. Overseer don't hurt nobody please!!!
OVERSEER: There you is. Knew this had just about ev-ery-thing to do with you someway. Now don't fret 'cause what's done is done. Lisa Sharp's in charge'a ya and acc-ording to her you got the day off! Don't cry, don't yell your head off. It's okay, Walnut. This only takes a second and it don't even hurt.
Get off my boot now wouldja? I'm sayin' please.
HOVERTEXT: SHAKE SHAKE SHAKE SHAKE
OVERSEER: GET. OFF. MY. DAMN. BOOT. GIRL.
HOVERTEXT: SHAKE SHAKE SHAOh shit Walnut's still got her hands in those exposed wires.

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NURSE COWI SAYS: A big meaniehead gets electrocuted on this page, so please skip it if you're sensitive to flashing images!
GODHEAD: I-is it really that graphic...? Oh no...I don't think I could unpause now even if I wanted to...

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HOVERTEXT: BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
HOVERTEXT: ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
HOVERTEXT: ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT!

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HOVERTEXT: Order's up! One Overseer, well done, with a side of Walnut and a pinch of space rock. Careful, it's hot.



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HOVERTEXT: Silence.
HOVERTEXT: The Overseer, being late to the party as he is, at last takes note of that thing in Walnut's hand.
HOVERTEXT: ...He'll get back to her on that. For now: He delivers a front kick that ejects Walnut off his boot for good.
HOVERTEXT: Sharp covers Walnut's eyes.
OVERSEER: E-NOUGH. You got-damn know-nothin' shit-eatin' coon-lipped hunch-back good-for-what low-down lazy apes. George I done told you to get your ass over here NOW got-damn it!
HOVERTEXT: CUT TO Bloody stump.
GODHEAD: OH MY GOD EW!

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HOVERTEXT: The wound exudes this terrible 'splorsh' sound as Walnut pokes it point blank.
WOUND: *SPLORSH*
VOICE: Ahhggggghghghhhhh!
GODHEAD: I'm not looking I'm not looking I'm not looking I'm not
COWI: D:
HOVERTEXT: Sharp snatches Walnut's wrist.
LISA SHARP: Don't TOUCH that NASTY thing. You gon' catch it.
WALNUT: Do it hurt?
HOVERTEXT: Zoom out: INT. CABIN OF WOUNDED SLAVES - EVENING
VOICE: ...Yea. It hurt.

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HOVERTEXT: The cabin is overcrowded with mangled bodies...
HOVERTEXT: ...save the Overseer's two favourite girls.
HOVERTEXT: Lisa Sharp wiggles her fingers.
WALNUT: Lisa Sharp Walnut's got to pee and poo.
LISA SHARP: Eugh. Why's you tellin' me all that?! Just say you gots to go to the hole.
WALNUT: I gots to go to the hole.
LISA SHARP: THEN GO TO THE HOLE.
WALNUT: Sharp Lisa you won't take me?
LISA SHARP: You too old. It's time to do some damn growin' up Walnut.
WALNUT: I's gots growin' to do oh no Walnut's 'boutta poop herself she gotta go she gotta go!
LISA SHARP: GO.

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HOVERTEXT: Walnut exits the cabin
HOVERTEXT: She digs around in her loose garment...
HOVERTEXT: ...and retrieves her trusty ball! You didn't think she'd lost it, did you?
HOVERTEXT: She pops its eyelid-plate back into place.
WALNUT: Sorry 'bout makin' you wait for me when you already waited so long for me all dat time 'an stuff but before we fly off into skyworld 'an get home into skyworld there's somethin' I gotta do to help all the peoples that got hurt 'cause'a my fault. Do that sound okay, alien family?
COWI: Ahem. Godhead. This would be a good time to 'interact'.
GODHEAD: Oh, ah, yes. The cute one is alone now. Just allow me to recuperate...
HOVERTEXT: He's gonna interact with her for real this time, he's definitely gonna do it.
HOVERTEXT: Shhh!
WALNUT: Shhh!
GODHEAD: Did she just shoosh me?
WALNUT: We gots to be quiet 'cause we cain't let Lisa Sharp know 'bout what I'ma'bout'ta do 'cause if she finds out 'bout what I'm'a'bout'ta do then she might get her feelings hurt and get all purple 'cause I told her I wouldn't do what we 'bout'ta'do, so purple she pass out and stuff and I don't wanna make Lisa Sharp feel bad or nothin' 'cause she just mindin' her life the best she can and I shouldn't'a lied in the first place but I did so let's be real quiet, ok? You gonna help me.

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HOVERTEXT: Creeeeak...
HOVERTEXT: Walnut sneaks inside a cabin belonging to family piled asleep on a sheet of hay.
This is completely innocuous behaviour.
HOVERTEXT: She carefully, or rather, clumsily as shit steps between their tangled limbs. 
It's like an 19th century version of Twister, which actually in very few ways 
whatsoever resembles the 21st century version of Twister.
HOVERTEXT: SQUEAK. Walnut misteps directly onto one of their sleeping faces.
She's so caught in the act that she not dare raise her foot.
HOVERTEXT: The person's disgruntled look fades into pure REM bliss.
HOVERTEXT: Objective Complete! Walnut has reached the other side of the room.

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HOVERTEXT: Her ball lodged beneath a floorboard, tiny Walnut uses all her might to--
HOVERTEXT: PRY the floorboard loose! *LOUD CRASHING SOUNDS*
HOVERTEXT: Loud crashing sounds aren't exactly conductive to desecrating an unsuspecting family's home in the middle of the night.
You know, if the unsuspecting family is to stay unsuspecting.
HOVERTEXT: But,
HOVERTEXT: they don't seem bothered by it.
HOVERTEXT: The coast's all clear!
HOVERTEXT: The ball sits inanimately in the newly exposed patch of dirt.
HOVERTEXT: Now this next part, unlike ANY part before it, this part requires complete and total silence.
GODHEAD: I'm not even saying anything. Why does she keep shushing me?
HOVERTEXT: She digs.


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HOVERTEXT: Walnut retrieves her GIANT SLINGSHOT!
GODHEAD:?!
HOVERTEXT: Godhead, seriously, be quiet bro.
WALNUT: ShhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhh sh sh sh! Sh!
GODHEAD: MY MICROPHONE IS NOT EVEN ON-
COWI: Deep breaths, Master, deep breaths. She's just a little girl in the computer, she can't hurt you...
HOVERTEXT: Okay. Walnut grabs her shit and runs. Pretty blatantly stepping on multiple faces on her way out, too.
HOVERTEXT: Outside the cabin she stands.
GODHEAD: ...Interesting that this species has invented giant slingshots during its industrial era.
COWI: *Digital sneeze~!*
GODHEAD: Why, you ask? Hm, oh, nothing. I do believe that our planet invented and commercialized giant slingshots as early as the Baleolithic era, though. Yeah...we got on that pretty fast...wonder what took the humans so long to catch up, really. I wonder if they're doing okay? ...Mentally?
GODHEAD: Ssss...Ah, now I feel bad. Yeah...something's definitely. Yeah. "Off". To say the least. About the humans. As soon as I realized how long it took them to figure out one of the more relatively simple recipes such as the giant slingshot I should have just, yeah. Shut my mouth. Mm...Oof. Tch. Should not have said anything. That was so insensitive of me, CoWi!
HOVERTEXT: She FLINGS HERSELF using the slingshot,
GODHEAD: It's just hard NOT to say anything about a giant slingshot that looks that, pffffffff, right? It's made of sticks. And what is that, some kind of earth bleather? Ohhhhhh dear hahaha, oh boy. No, I'm afraid that's not how you do it. I am sorry, I'm terrible. I'm terrible! But just look at it. We were both thinking it.
HOVERTEXT: and disappears into the roof of a cabin.
GODHEAD: ...Our planet's slingshots were made of Blosmium.
HOVERTEXT: It isn't long until she returns...
GODHEAD: Just saying.
HOVERTEXT: ...equipped in a brand new pair...
HOVERTEXT: ...of mother freaking...
HOVERTEXT: MOON SHOES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
GODHEAD: So yeah WAIT ONE MOMENT ARE THOSE MOON SHOES?!?!?!!?!?!?!?!


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HOVERTEXT: Walnut makes her perfect landing atop the roof of another cabin.
GODHEAD: Wow! Our planet never got around to inventing moon shoes. I had to do it myself!
HOVERTEXT: She knows just which shingle to rip loose, revealing a cavity...
GODHEAD: Maybe I...spoke too soon on the matter of the humans?
HOVERTEXT: ...In which she couldn't possibly be storing some other wacky toy?
TEXT: CANNON!
HOVERTEXT: OH FUCK IT'S A CANNON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
GODHEAD: A CANNON OF SOME SORT?!
TEXT: HOVERBOARD!
HOVERTEXT: A HOVERBOARD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
GODHEAD: A HOVERBOARD OF THE LIKES??????????????
TEXT: WINGS!
HOVERTEXT: WINGS?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
GODHEAD: WINGS?!?!!?!?!?!?! JUST STRAIGHT UP WINGS?????????
HOVERTEXT: EXT. FOREST - NIGHT
GODHEAD: I don't understand, the humans seemed so stupid a second ago! Is there really any way all these things can work?

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TEXT: DUMP!
HOVERTEXT: Walnut litters her crap all over the forest floor. Not so innocent now, is she?
HOVERTEXT: She cracks her knuckles.
WALNUT: Now I's crackin' Walnut's knuckles for this here part cuz this here part's the most important part'a all da parts, hear dat Family In Da Sky In Dat Rock? You should crack all'a your knuckles tooOoOoO
HOVERTEXT: Lisa Sharp lunges out from the shadows at Walnut like a terrifying monster,
which in many ways she is. Walnut dodges using her trusty MOON SHOES.
LISA SHARP: NO!
HOVERTEXT: Okay, guys. Who left this ball on the ground. It's not funny anymore.
HOVERTEXT: Sharp slips and falls on the hoverboard, activating its flight. The science behind this is actually quite simple, you see.
Lisa Sharp FALLS on the HOVERBOARD STEERING WHEEL at something known in the science community as an 'ANGLE',
causing it to SPIN. Once spun, this mechanism uses PHYSICS to make WHAT ARE PROBABLY FANS
start SPINNING ALSO. This causes AIR to DO SOMETHING involving PHYSICS AGAIN, allowing the board to FLY.
Or 'hover', rather.
GODHEAD: The science...
HOVERTEXT: See? It's hovering.


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HOVERTEXT: CRASH! A revolutionary piece of technology, destroyed.
HOVERTEXT: FALL! A mean little girl, probably dead in a few seconds.
HOVERTEXT: Thank god the stretchy part of the slingshot was there to break her fall OH NO
HOVERTEXT: FAKEOUT! The stretchy part of the slingshot SNAPS, Sharp is conveniently DUNKED in the cannon below.
HOVERTEXT: BOOM.
WALNUT: Da shooty hole works.

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HOVERTEXT: Sharp emerges from the top of a very tall tree and starts (FURIOUSLY) climbing down Walnut's very tall ladder.
HOVERTEXT: The ladder is falling backwards,
HOVERTEXT: so Sharp climbs faster.
HOVERTEXT: It's almost as if the lower she climbs the faster she falls, but that's crazy. PHYSICS. LOOK IT UP.
HOVERTEXT: *FRAGMENTIZING LADDER NOISES*
WALNUT: Dere goes the sky ladder.
HOVERTEXT: *Safe landing!* Thank the stars for the COTTON TRAMPOLINE.
HOVERTEXT: Still a trampoline though.
HOVERTEXT: Sharp is lightly launched into a wooden box.
TEXT: *BOX*
HOVERTEXT: The box closes.

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HOVERTEXT: Walnut reaches for the handle
HOVERTEXT: and winds up the box.
HOVERTEXT: ...Uh
HOVERTEXT: Give her a break, this is probably the first jack-in-the-box ever invented.
Walnut whacks the box.
HOVERTEXT: AAAAAAAAAAAAAA LISA SHARP IS STILL IN THE BOX I FORGOT ABOUT THAT AAAAAAAAAAAAA
HOVERTEXT: SMACK!
HOVERTEXT: HUG.
WALNUT: Danks Lisa Sharp!

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HOVERTEXT: COUNTERHUG!
HOVERTEXT: Lisa Sharp is angry.
LISA SHARP: Walnut I is so ANGRY I ain't never been ANGRIER in my whole DAMN LIFE!
I TOLD you you ain't supposed to build toys no matter WHAT. I thought you got 'rid all this SHIT.
Got-DAMN IT you little LIAR! YOU LITTLE SNAKE! You keep buildin' toys and they gonna SELL YOU.
And after you sold you gonna ANNOY THEM so bad that they gonna KILL YOU.
AND ONCE YOU KILLED, YOU DON'T NEVER COME BACK TO LIFE.
WALNUT: Never?
LISA SHARP: NEVER!!!
WALNUT: Oh okay dat sounds bad but they ain't toys Lisa Sharp they's sky machines to get me in the sky but it's okay 'cause you ain't gotta be mad no more 'cause I ain't buildin' no more sky machines after this 'cause the rock gonna take me all the ways home tonight. 'An sorry for makin' you mad.
LISA SHARP: WHAT THE HELL IS YOU TALKING ABOUT.
WALNUT: I said thank you to you 'cause you helped me smash up all my sky machines which is what I was comin' out here to do in the first place and I thought it would be hard 'cause I's so small and ain't strong even outta Walnut I ain't even was strong as a globbiltygrook in my home sky place but actually you made it real easy by makin' the machines smash each other up so thanks Lisa Sharp you been all help to me this whole time I been stuck on this place even though I got in Walnut and made Walnut go away you always still treated me like your very own sister that Walnut is.
LISA SHARP: You done. For good.
...YOU AIN'T HIDIN' ANY MORE TOYS?
WALNUT: No Lisa Sharp this all I got see!
HOVERTEXT: Walnut removes her MOON SHOES and oh my god...
HOVERTEXT: RIP Moon Shoes. 17XX-17XY

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HOVERTEXT: Pause.
GODHEAD: You're telling me she built all this herself? Like, she didn't actually buy it from the store like I had assumed?
COWI: I'm not telling you that, her sister is.
GODHEAD: Even the moonshoes? The moonshoes? She built those especially?
COWI: I?
I guess so!
GODHEAD: Even the moonshoes...
COWI: The trampoline, cannon and hoverboard were cool too!
GODHEAD: We're talking about the moonshoes right now. The moonshoes are what matter to me. CoWi, I really like moonshoes.
COWI: Oh, okay...
GODHEAD: This human slave girl, she's a genius! I mean, what are the odds of THAT? You'd generally have to be none of those things to be this smart.
COWI: Calculating odds... 0.0000000000000000000000000000000000000...
GODHEAD: I was being rhetorical. I already calculated the odds and yes I understand that they're very low.
COWI: 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 00000000000000000000000000000000000000000Thank you CoWi.0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 000000000CoWi, thanks.0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000Do I have to restart y0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000...
GODHEAD: Thank you I get it!!!
COWI: 0001%.
GODHEAD: That proves my next point.
Ahem.
CoWi... do you know what this means?
COWI: That you're going to build a giant pair of moonshoes?
GODHEAD: No! Maybe. Well, obviously yes. But it means that intelligence like this could only be an extraterrestrial import. This girl keeps talking about being an alien--
COWI: Calculating odds...
GODHEAD: No, no, CoWi, it's true! What the girl's been saying, I really believe it now. She's just like me.
Oh goodness, we have to get her out of this shithole. She's too smart to be treated like this!
COWI: So you'd only make an effort to save the girl if she were some kind of exceptional?
GODHEAD: Precisely. The girl holds some kind of undeniable importance. I see that now.
COWI: Ah. Master Godhead, what would your first order of liberation be?
GODHEAD: Oh... I don't know.

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HOVERTEXT: Sharp makes perhaps her first semblance of a relaxed expression as Walnut does nothing in particular in the background.
LISA SHARP: HUH.
So you's really done. You done for good. Done rippin' the walls and floors out people's cabins while they tryna get dressed.
Done makin' away with the Overseer's bullets and meltin' 'em down in the community stew.
Done runnin' off with your dress full'a cotton in the middle'a pickin' hours so I gots to punch Jayjay in the face and steal all'a his.
All the reasons ain't nobody in the whooooooooooole plantation like us... Walnut, look like you just solved 'em!

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HOVERTEXT: Sharp sm..smiles?!
LISA SHARP: Wow! I don't think I felt this good since I was four. I feels like'a million quarters!
WELL Walnut. Looks like you ain't so bad after all.
HOVERTEXT: Oh God. Now she's making some kind of cat face. What is happening...
LISA SHARP: Whatcha got there, sis?
HOVERTEXT: It turns out Walnut was in fact *not* doing nothing in particular in the background.
WALNUT: A foot!
LISA SHARP: A foot? Where you find a foot in the forest?
WALNUT: I builted it!
HOVERTEXT: Phewww. Lisa Sharp's back to normal. Also, BONK.

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HOVERTEXT: Lisa Sharp readies her stomping foot above Walnut's mechanical foot.
LISA SHARP: WallllllllllllNUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUT...
WALNUT: Lisa Sharp stop you can't do dat!
HOVERTEXT: Walnut grabs her ball her foot and books it!
LISA SHARP: I. CAN'T?
HOVERTEXT: She squats down and fiercely flaps her wings.
HOVERTEXT: JUMP! She takes flight.
HOVERTEXT: Immediately, she tumbles to the ground. Sharp jumps at her, likely sparking another Walnut-Lisa chase scene.
That might be getting a little repetitive at this point. I don't know, what do you guys think?
WALNUT: Uh oh.
GODHEAD: Uh oh.
COWI: We have to come up with something, and fastzies!
GODHEAD: No. Uh oh because her mechanical wings didn't work. Hm. CoWi, maybe she isn't a supergenius alien after all.
COWI: Wha?
GODHEAD: Let's put a pin in any plans to save the unremarkable human slave child for now. Sh sh, let's just see what happens next.
COWI: I think you know what's going to happen next!


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HOVERTEXT: Walnut strips the trampoline in her great escape--No, not the cotton trampoline. This is actually a different trampoline that was equally here the whole time.
HOVERTEXT: FWOF! She throws the sheet up as if to make the bed of her sister!
HOVERTEXT: Walnut collects a few strips of Lisa Sharp's Cloth Prison.
HOVERTEXT: Walnut's SKELETAL wings are upgraded to WEBBED!
HOVERTEXT: Sharp frees herself from the sheet as violently as you would expect. RIP sheet.
HOVERTEXT: Ah, Walnut's already flyin'. Sorry Lisa!

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WALNUT: Phew it's'a good thing we got away Sky People In My Family Rock! If Lisa Sharp had caught us then she might'a gave us a pat on the head and then I might'a dropped the new shoe foot I just built just now and accidentally make it fall and break and then we'd have'ta go and poor no-foot would'a been left with no foot and we'd be gone and nobody would help 'em forever! And that'd be sad.
GODHEAD: ...Ummm...Oh? So...Hi. Hi...
The planet you, um, we come from, heuh, it's, um, purty advanced...Am I right?
COWI: (((purty???)))
GODHEAD: (((agh! it's the southern inflection.)))
WALNUT: I sure do miss all the pools'a breath an' tubs'a sleepin-dreams that float up all the way from people's heads when they sleepin' up into our sky land place we use to keep in jars an' take out durin' the festivinities season that was my favorite time'a'all I can't wait to get home the first thing I'ma do is stick my tentacle in a biiiiiiiig hole that make you come out the other end spicy!
GODHEAD: Ha...ha...Yeah!!! We have those. Here at home. Um...They're super fun. I know I've been enjoying them...Um...
Oh goodness. I'm a terrible liar. Little girl, I have to tell you the truth.
WALNUT: An' somethin' else we got back home that I miss more than missin' things is the thing we got that make you all loopy and get ten eyes for seein' the bees that come fly up way high in twos I think, if I'm rememberin' right. They ride up on the backs'a allowed birds to come say hi! Mah favorite was Gl'gl'gl'gl'gl'gl.
GODHEAD: Agh, your planet sounds fantastic. I wish I knew anything about it but I
WALNUT: Only thing I think this place got better than up in my sky place Sky Rock is the mud they sometimes got. Man do it taste good. I went an' made friends with the frogs so I could eat all I want. I'ma miss dat.
GODHEAD: Hello! Space to little alien? Okay sorry, let me just. Hi, I'm a god if that means anything to you, and I'd really like to
WALNUT: Most important thing in the world's makin' sure you go home, get home, an' stay with your family people. The people's here always teachin' an' talkin' that especially Lisa Sharp an' I sure do agrees! I can't wait no longer to go home but I can wait a little longer enough to get no-foot his foot back, but then I really can't wait. I can't can't can't can't wait!!!
GODHEAD: Stop interrupting me!
WALNUT: Hey Mr Rock Peoples you got some smudge all over yous do you need me to get that for ya before we go home? I think we should be lookin' 'specially in the mirror today 'cause today's the big day.
GODHEAD: Wh--I? Rude! You know before this I really wanted to help you because you seem intelligent and I think you are intelligent given our height above the ground but you know the only thing more important than intelligence it's manners!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And you don't seem to have any!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This has been so upsetting that I request you just throw me back into space and leave me alone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WALNUT: Know what I like pie. I like pie.
GODHEAD: COWI!
COWI: Apologies Lord Godhead. I didn't want to interrupt you, but your mic is off.

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HOVERTEXT: Walnut lands in front of the cabin.
HOVERTEXT: She pokes her little head in the door.
WALNUT: ...
NO-FOOT-JONES: ...
WALNUT: hi
NO-FOOT JONES: Hi.
TEXT: THE FOOT.
HOVERTEXT: And what she has there is, indeed, a foot.
NO-FOOT-JONES: ...What you got there.
WALNUT: ...A foot.

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HOVERTEXT: *FOOT*
NO-FOOT-JONES: And I supposin' it's for me?
WALNUT: It's your new foot if ya want it...
WALNUT: You don't gotta take it if you don't want it.
NO-FOOT-JONES: Suppose I might as well.
WALNUT: It might hurts lots.
NO-FOOT-JONES: Ah, well.
NO-FOOT-JONES: Hurts more to lose'a foot than gain one, that's what they tell me.
NO-FOOT-JONES: And bein' a slave, hurts worst of all.
WALNUT: Yeh

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HOVERTEXT: Walnut holds the prosthetic up to Jones' raw stump.
WALNUT: You ready?
NO-FOOT-JONES: Ready as I'll ever be to receive a wooden machine for foot I'spose.
HOVERTEXT: Here it comes...This will be exactly as painful as it is to watch and read as it is to experience. 
This is the reader's last chance to jump ship forever, because this story only gets more gorey from here on out.
WALNUT: .................................................................
NO-FOOT-JONES: ..................................................................
WALNUT: :C
HOVERTEXT: *POP*
NEW-FOOT-JONES: Golly gee it worked!
WALNUT: :O
NEW-FOOT-JONES: No blood, hell, it don't even hurt! String me up by the neck an' skin me, I can even wiggle my toes!
WALNUT: :D!

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HOVERTEXT: You do realize what this calls for? DANCE PARTY!!!!!!!!!!!

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LISA SHARP: WALNUT.
WALNUT: Lisa Sharp! Do a dance do a dance!

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HOVERTEXT: The house does that cartoon bouncing effect that happens when there's a major ruckus inside.
SFX: CRASH BOOM BANG

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HOVERTEXT: Lisa Sharp rips New-Foot-Jones' new foot off and there's tons of blood and it's extremely painful, making him No-Foot-Jones once more.
LISA SHARP: WALNUT WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM!
NO-FOOT-JONES: EeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeYOW!
WALNUT: Lisa Sharp I was just tryna help him with him not havin' a foot by givin' him a new foot made'a wood and sticks Lisa Sharp!
LISA SHARP: I's sorry sir my sister's DONKEYBRAINS.
BOBBY-NO-FOOT: So this mean I ain't gettin' a new foot.
HOVERTEXT: One of the wounded cabin members raises her arms.
WANDA: Stop it!
HOVERTEXT: She takes both Walnut and Lisa by the scruff.
WANDA: You two cause a damn ruckus when and wherever you go. Can't you see the wounded here's tryna rest? Get goin' to your own cabin. Get. Go!

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HOVERTEXT: Light catches the wings of an angel statue. It hangs from the ceiling of a dim cabin.
HOVERTEXT: There's little else in the room besides a broken pair of wings.
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HOVERTEXT: Walnut and Lisa Sharp lie on a sheet of hay.
LISA SHARP: I hate when they make us sleep in our own cabin.
WALNUT: The floor ain't THAT cold tonight!
LISA SHARP: Walnut SHUT UP.
LISA SHARP: Scoot over, you takin' up all the hay.
WALNUT: I's can't scoot you scoot there's no room for me to scoot I'll fall off the bed Lisa Sharp, you gotta scoot.
LISA SHARP: WHAT BED. Move!
WALNUT: I's can't move I's can't! Lisa Sharp I's can't move!
LISA SHARP: SCOOT OVER!!!
WALNUT: You move down I'ma move up no Lisa Sharp you gotta flip sideupdownways so there's room for the both of us so our heads don't knock together Lisa
LISA SHARP: I don't want your feet nowhere near my face! FORGET IT! I's going to sleep.
WALNUT: On my place where I's from there's so many'a us and there was just one bed too but we didn't have to scoot over on the bed because every time there was more of us the bed figured there was too many of us for the bed so it grew bigger than it was Lisa Sharp it was a smart bed and too bad our bed ain't smart.
WALNUT: ...
WALNUT: Lisa Sharp?
WALNUT: Is you mad at Walnut?
WALNUT: I hope you's not mad at Walnut. She didn't cause none of the stuffs that makes you mad, I caused it 'cause I ain't from this place and I think where I's from the stuff that make you mad make you happy and the stuff that make you happy make you sad so I do stuff that here in your place don't make sense to you.
WALNUT: But when Walnut comes back I hope you won't be mad at Walnut 'cause she your sister and you shouldn't be mad.
HOVERTEXT: Walnut pokes her head over Lisa Sharp's back.
LISA SHARP: Shut up Walnut! I's sleep.

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HOVERTEXT: Z z z
HOVERTEXT: Walnut kisses her sleeping sister on the cheek.
WALNUT: Bye bye forever Lisa Sharp.
HOVERTEXT: Lisa Sharp is left along in the cabin.

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HOVERTEXT: EXT. THE TREE - DEAD OF NIGHT
HOVERTEXT: Walnut sits before the rock. She's ready to go.
WALNUT: It's just me an' you entire sky family peoples where from what I came.
WALNUT: Let's go home!


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GODHEAD: CoWi. The plan?
COWI: Yes, Lord Godhead.
COWI: You can save the girl by making her THE OFFER.
GODHEAD: THE OFFER!
GODHEAD: Wow. Had seriously forgotten all about that thing.
GODHEAD: It seems so obvious now. THE OFFER. Haha! Yes! THE OFFER!
GODHEAD: Oh no. Not THE OFFER. Anything but THE OFFER.
GODHEAD: CoWi, we can't make this girl THE OFFER!
GODHEAD: THE OFFER is an enormous pressure, CoWi. It involves incredible sacrifice and it should not be handed out lightly.
COWI THOUGHT BUBBLE: Boy... Godhead sure talks a lot...
GODHEAD: Even I wish Master had gotten to know me better before OFFERING it...
GODHEAD: And how applicable is it, really, to an alien stranded on earth? Once she leaves the planet well the whole thing will have been for nothing.
GODHEAD: But I suppose what we're really aiming for here is just getting everyone the hell out of her way. So actually there's no problem at all.
GODHEAD: No wait, there is still a problem. This planet. CoWi, does it really seem so useless to you?
GODHEAD: Actually of course it does. Okay. It's decided. We're making her THE OFFER so she'll like me.
GODHEAD: I'm so excited that there's knots where my stomach is supposed to be.
GODHEAD: A lot of knots, really. CoWi I think I'm coming down with something. I need you to make THE OFFER in my place. I'm sorry.
GODHEAD: Put in a good word for me though, okay? Ah, to do that you'll have to make some tactful omissions...I think you can do it.
GODHEAD: For example don't tell her my name is Godhead. Why did I ever think that name was cool, seriously?! Tell her my real name. No, make something up. Something that sounds really cool like...I can't come up with anything right now, you have to do it.
GODHEAD: Now what to do about the eyeball gimmick, because frankly it's aged horribly I've already exposed myself in that regard. Tell her this isn't my real form. Technically that's true! We want some of these things to actually be true. Friendship is built on trust, after all.
GODHEAD: ...Really advanced species don't even have eyes. They don't need them. They just know.
GODHEAD: I bet that's the kind of species Walnut comes from. God she's so cool...and I'm so lame!
GODHEAD: Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaugh!
COWI: Wonder what happens if I just...
HOVERTEXT: CoWi deletes herself.
GODHEAD: So lame! So lame, seriously so la--CoWi?
GODHEAD: Where'd you go?
GODHEAD: ...
GODHEAD: CoWi, set a reminder to restart CoWi oh wait.
GODHEAD: ...Okay.
GODHEAD: Okay.
GODHEAD: I can do this.
GODHEAD: Walnut, meet Godhead.
GODHEAD: (That sounded stupid. I'm stupid.)

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WALNUT: You's came back for me!
MINIHEAD: Hi Walnut.
WALNUT: I knew it I knew I knew I knew you'd come back for me I knew you'd come back and save me and come and get me and get me out and save me from this place! You came you really came you came! I knew you'd come and dats why you came ‘cause I knew you'd come and save me sky family!
MINIHEAD: Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm....Well actually...
MINIHEAD: Hello there.
MINIHEAD: My name is Godhead.
MINIHEAD: Unless you think that name's stupid.
MINIHEAD: In which case please call me [WINGDINGS]
MINIHEAD: And please excuse my dated format.
MINIHEAD: I come from a big blue planet.
MINIHEAD: Obviously it's big. It's a planet.
MINIHEAD: Um. (What was I supposed to say again?)
MINIHEAD: Oh that's right! I'm here to help yOUGH
MINIHEAD: What was that for!
WALNUT: You don't belong here!!!
MINIHEAD: Why!
WALNUT: You ain't my sky family!
MINIHEAD: OKAY. UM. WHILE TRUE--
WALNUT: I know who you REALLY is!
MINIHEAD: Who is I?
WALNUT: The evil Gohhead.
MINIHEAD: Actually you're mispronouncing--
WALNUT: You's the treeman I fought in the mud war!
MINIHEAD: I'm not a tree! I'm innocent!
WALNUT: Innocent?
MINIHEAD: I'm here to befriend you!
WALNUT: How?
MINIHEAD: I'll make you a god!
WALNUT: No tanks.
GODHEAD: Didn't you hear my offer? I can make you a god!
GODHEAD: All you have to do is press a button. Easier than it sounds!
GODHEAD: Of course all intelligent life on earth would be erased.
GODHEAD: Perfect solution! No more pesky bullies in your way, eh?
WALNUT: NO!
WALNUT: You's the bully!
MINIHEAD: (Me?)
WALNUT: It don't matter if this planet my home or not! The people who lives here is good peoples! Hurtin' innocent peoples...Ain't right! No matter if you's a alien or they a human!
WALNUT: Sorry Mr. Rock. 
WALNUT: Walnut need a family to come back to too.
WALNUT: If you's here to hurt them...
WALNUT: Then I don't think I'll be talkin' to you no more.
MINIHEAD: Walnut...
MINIHEAD: I'm not a bad person.
MINIHEAD: How can a human body make it to space with broken wings?
MINIHEAD: I just want to be your friend.

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HOVERTEXT: Walnut lands by minihead's side.
HOVERTEXT: She dismantles her wings and places the parts back where they came from.
HOVERTEXT: Godhead's talking rock has certainly looked better. And more alive.
WALNUT: *Sniff sniff*
HOVERTEXT: Walnut showers Minihead in tears.
WALNUT: Please wake up, Mister Rock. Please wake up.
MINIHEAD: UNIDENTIFIED LIQUID DETECTED. RESETTING.
HOVERTEXT: !
MINIHEAD: Bounda.a.a.a.aries!
WALNUT: You's alive!
HOVERTEXT: Walnut, still tearful, rubs her and Mini's heads together.
WALNUT: I's sorry I killt you. I was thinkin' an we's both aliens stuck in this bad place but that don't mean I gotta be bad too.
MINIHEAD: Th.th.at'.s ve.r.r.ry sweet of you. I'm also sor.r.ry if I scar.r.red you.
WALNUT: That's okay. Wanna be friends?
MINIHEAD: Certa.ainly. Yes. Yes!
MINIHEAD: I'm s.s.s.s.s.ss.surprised you managed to rewire me to where I was able to reboot. Y.you must come from a race of geniuses.
WALNUT: I does! My peoples likes to spell ideas an' I's the alien in charge'a makin' those ideas outta fake and into real. But Mr. Rock! You must be made all the way outta smart 'cause that stuff goin' on inside you I don't know how it worked I just remembered how it looked.
MINIHEAD: Aha, this old thing? No, it's. This is nothing. Hehe. ...You like the eyeball design?
WALNUT: Where I comes from everybody got likes the normal amount'a eyes plus a bunch more eyes!
MINIHEAD: Oh wow! You should have seen my ship back in the day. That was like an eyeball, that could fly.
WALNUT: But Mr. Rock you can fly I saw you fly all the way out of the sky onto my head that one time today.
MINIHEAD: I think that would more be classified under "falling". This device can't really move without a boost.
WALNUT: We gots so much in common Mr. Rock. I guess dat ain't the most truth 'cause I was flyin' a few minutes ago but Walnut got so cold up there I don't think she really meant for flyin' 'cause if she was she'd have her own wings made outta herself and not you Mr. Rock sorry I did that.
MINIHEAD: It's nothing! Really, don't even. Think about it. We're friends!
WALNUT: Yay!
MINIHEAD: Say, why did your race strand you on this godawful planet in the first place Walnut? Oh, may I call you Walnut? What's your real name?
WALNUT: I got lots of them an' one of them's Zoooooooooooooooooooooop but Walnut's okay as long as I's Walnut. When lil' baby Walnut was a lil' baby my alien family slorped me in her and her in me 'cause we was tryin' to figure out what niggers is made of 'cause my peoples ain't got the brown yet to put in their coffee.
MINIHEAD: Fascinating...So your race has advanced to Moon Shoes but kinda skipped over perceiving the color brown somewhere in there. Though it's not like you really NEED all the colors to invent Moon Shoes. You know what? Your race sounds really efficient!
WALNUT: We is really effcentient that's why I wanna get and go home so bad. Say Mr. Rock you said you know 'bout flyin' but you can't fly well neither can I but I think you's know more 'bout flyin' than I does.
MINIHEAD: If you're already up to Moon Shoes I'd say we're probably at the same level give or take.
WALNUT: No way Goobhead I gots an idea but I dunno if I should ask it 'cause I just ripped all your insides out and flied away but the question I gots to ask is do you think you can teach me? Teach me how to build somethin' to get us both to the places that's our homes again?
MINIHEAD: ...You want me to be your teacher? Me? This old fool? Teaching you? Me, a teacher? You? My...student?
WALNUT: Yeh.
HOVERTEXT: As liquid exudes from his brain folds, it appears he's just as moved.
MINIHEAD: ...THIS IS AN HONOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOR!!!!!!!!!!!!
WALNUT: Mr. Rock you can cry?
MINIHEAD: I'm expelling your tears from my system, actually. Haha.

ACT 2

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HOVERTEXT: EARTH - 19TH CENTURY

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HOVERTEXT: ECLIPSE.

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HOVERTEXT: LISA SHARP (12) shields her eyes. The eclipse is so dense that it casts a heavy shadow over her arm.

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HOVERTEXT: Of course the viewer of the future knows that eclipses don't do that. They also know that an eclipse is never just an eclipse at all.

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HOVERTEXT: Minihead stops obscuring the sun by disappearing into it.

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HOVERTEXT: Hasn't this happened already? Oh well. Some things bear repeating.
LISA SHARP: How you gonna be an "A-LI-ON" when that ain't even a word nobody's come up with yet!
HOVERTEXT: Walnut is being her usual self, screwing around sticking cotton in her eyeballs.
WALNUT: Danks Lisa Sharp but won't you get enboot'n'd instead Lisa Sharp? I could pick real good if I had more arms than Walnut got 'cause she don't got near the lots'a'arms I's supposed to got.
LISA SHARP: Look around ya idiot. EVERYBODY got two arms.
WALNUT: Everybody that ain't a alien an' No Arm Peb oops I dropped mah cotton.
HOVERTEXT: Sharp frantically completes an ILLEGAL COTTON TRANSFER from bag to bag.
LISA SHARP: PICK GOODER! Hurry an' put some'a my cotton in your bag before the Overseer make new boots outta you.
HOVERTEXT: A rewind symbol appears over Planet Finder.
LISA SHARP: Why your bag so empty!
WALNUT: 'Cause Lisa Sharp I don't pick good.

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HOVERTEXT: There goes another one of Walnut's inventions.
LISA SHARP: Now PROMISE ME that you ain't NEVER going to build another thing no long as you LIVE Walnut you PROMISE ME!
WALNUT: Walnut promises!
HOVERTEXT: Walnut hands Sharp what I promise you is just a vial of mud.
LISA SHARP: Don't you never stay up all night again!!! Dolly DIED'a no sleep, you damn idiot! Don't you get tired?!
WALNUT: Walnut sure get tired dats why I drink the wake up juice.
LISA SHARP: *YAAAAWN*
WALNUT: Lisa Sharp you need the wake up juice to wake up?
LISA SHARP: Walnut get that thing out my FACE you KNOW I hate wake up juice!!!
HOVERTEXT: A peek out the window confirms Walnut's description.
WALNUT: See dat red lookin' pink line Lisa Sharp remember dat means the sun's thinkin'a thinkin'a risin'
LISA SHARP: IT'S PICKIN TIME ALREADY? I didn't hardly sleep at all DAMMIT WALNUT.
HOVERTEXT: Sharp was* sleeping.
LISA SHARP: WALNUT WHAT. Are you DOING go to SLEEPWALNUTWHATISTHAT?!
WALNUT: It's da flyin' backbagpack I invented 'member?
LISA SHARP: YES I 'MEMBER. Walnut WHY would you REBUILD THAT THING?! GO TO SLEEP!!!!!!!!!!!!
WALNUT: With sticks!
LISA SHARP: YOU--GGRRR. WALNUT! AND IT'S, GAH! BLOWIN' SO MUCH GODDAMN...COLD GODDAMN AIR. WALNUT! AGH! JUST GO TO SLEEP DAMMIT!!!
WALNUT: Can't go to sleep Lisa Sharp 'cus look out da window at what you see.
HOVERTEXT: A bunch of wacky SFX are firing off in the cabin as Sharp is sleeping.

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HOVERTEXT: Walnut puts her torture collar back on.
WALNUT: Otay...
HOVERTEXT: ...!
LISA SHARP: You put that thing back on right NOW. WALNUT NOW.
WALNUT: Yay yay yay danks da hot ball! Come on Lisa Sharp get in tha out the shade so you can bes frees toos!
LISA SHARP: WALNUT!
HOVERTEXT: It falls off!
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HOVERTEXT: The collar grows, grows, grows in the sun!
HOVERTEXT: THE SUN.
HOVERTEXT: Sharp is transfixed by the sky.
LISA SHARP: What is you talking about, Walnut.
HOVERTEXT: Lisa Sharp and Walnut are sitting in a sunny grassfield. 
Lisa Sharp's wrists are chained to her ankles. 
Walnut is wearing a spiked metal collar.
WALNUT: Lisa Sharp I'm's tired...But I can't lay down...
WALNUT: Good thing tha hot ball's out today...It's hotter than never Lisa Sharp...
WALNUT: Come out tha shade Lisa Sharp so da little hot balls from da big hot ball can tell...
WALNUT: Da little balls in da can't sleep necklace... and frog sit chains... to get away from each 'nother... so we get loose...
WALNUT: In my sky place...Lisa Sharp...I had my own hot ball...dat liked me so much it never burnted me...even when I put my hand in its middle of it...
WALNUT: You think the big hot ball'll tell da metal not to burn us 'fore we get loose...Lisa Sharp...

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HOVERTEXT: Sharp desperately tries to catch up to the scene.
LISA SHARP: WALNUT!
BALLOON GUY: *CRACK!*
HOVERTEXT: Whether 'souvenir' refers to the popped balloon in the Overseer's left hand or the Walnut in his right is a very, very sad question.
OVERSEER: I'm keepin' the sou-ve-nir.
HOVERTEXT: The man comes CRASHING down, which is less important than the Overseer chuckling in the foreground.
OVERSEER: Never thought I'd be chasin' my first runaway sky-wards. Hah!
WALNUT: He wasn't s'post to put 'em on...
OVERSEER: Nut. That has got to be your finest work yet. Phew.
HOVERTEXT: Walnut's EIGHT BALLOONS are no match for the Overseer's EIGHT BULLETS.
HOVERTEXT: Knowing this poor man's fate, an entourage of balloons escort him directly to Heaven.
OVERSEER: Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaa...HA!
BALLOON GUY: 'S-'s-'s-'s-'s-'s-'s-'seer I's'wear I not'try'an'run'way...th-th-th-th-th-th-th'loons'up'an'took me...!
BALLOON GUY: H-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-HELP!
OVERSEER: Helps'a comin'.

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HOVERTEXT: A burning orange day.
HOVERTEXT: A dark brown day.
OVERSEER: You like playin' with toys so much? You should be Overseer when you grown. I get to play with all the toys I like, and I do love to play.
HOVERTEXT: A piercing yellow day.
WALNUT: Me an' Walnut's hungry.
HOVERTEXT: A soft pink day.
OVERSEER: Before I do somethin' real bad to ya I do want you to show me how this one op-er-ates.
HOVERTEXT: A bright smoky day.
LISA SHARP: YOU SAID YOU'D STOP!
WALNUT: Sorry didn't mean to.
HOVERTEXT: A hot day.
WALNUT: Wake up wake up juice wake up wake up juice wake up.

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HOVERTEXT: Another day.
HOVERTEXT: Another day.
HOVERTEXT: Another day.
HOVERTEXT: Another day.
HOVERTEXT: Another day.
HOVERTEXT: Another day.
HOVERTEXT: Another day.
HOVERTEXT: Another day.
HOVERTEXT: Another day.
HOVERTEXT: Another day.

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HOVERTEXT: ECLIPSE.

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HOVERTEXT: A LARGE BLUE FINGER steals the reins from a SMALL BLUE FINGER to pause the viewport.
GODHEAD: What the heck do you think you're doing, little one? Well, well, well. Caught "blue handed" as they say. Rewinding the viewport while I'm in the bathroom... You know you aren't supposed to do things like that! You're a hand! What do you have to say for yourself? Hm? Nothing? Nothing, is that it? What? You were rewinding the viewport because you wanted to learn about sweet Walnut's horrible not-sister? Why would any self respecting, God fearing hand want to know what's up with her? Pretty sure she's just mean to poor sweet innocent Walnut (my best friend, mind you) and that is where her story begins and ends forever. Fooey. Now we have to sit through like. How far back did you rewind? SEVERAL YEARS? Now we have to sit through several years of footage and reinact everything to a T so I can continue being Walnut's Cool and Fun friend, darn you! Little Hand you sabotage me at every turn!

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HOVERTEXT: The larger finger lifts off the viewport, unshadowing the sun.
GODHEAD: Nooo we aren't going to fast forward anything. You know we don't do that around here. Now just, just get comfortable. Catching up to where we left off is going to take a considerable amount of time.

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HOVERTEXT: EARTH - EXT. PINK HILL - THE PAST
HOVERTEXT: A young Lisa Sharp stares at the sun.
HOVERTEXT: She cradles an even younger Walnut in her arms.
HOVERTEXT: An eclipse appears briefly, then fades away.
LISA SHARP: Walnut...You see that?

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TEXT: A CONSIDERABLE AMOUNT OF TIME LATER...

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HOVERTEXT: EXT. OVERSEER'S TOWER - DEAD OF NIGHT
MINIHEAD: So I'm curious about the creepy clouds circling this tower. Are those always here?

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HOVERTEXT: 'Nut peeks her Head 'round the tower.
WALNUT (WHISPERY): (Yup and shush we gots to be sneakypeepsy.)
HOVERTEXT: Status: Dog
HOVERTEXT: Walnut peepsily sneaks towards the door...
HOVERTEXT: Dog Status: Woken up by Godhead's stupid talking!!!" alt="Dog Status: Woken up by Godhead's stupid talking!!!
MINIHEAD (NOT THAT QUIETLY): (Just one more question though, are you sure this is the right tower? I wouldn't want you to enter some super dangerous looking tower just for it not to be the one with all the guns in it. You know, the guns we're on our way to steal? The guns we're stealing? The ones marked for abducti)

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POP UP: Planet Finder Says: MUTE THAT DOG TO MOVE ON!!!
HOVERTEXT: BARKBARKBARKBARKBARKBARK
SLIDERS: HORRIBLE DOG AMPLITUDE
HORRIBLE DOG REVERB
HORRIBLE DOG BARKNESS
HORRIBLE DOG WOOF TEXTURE
POP UP: Planet Finder Says: Congratulations! You muted the dog!

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HOVERTEXT: !
WALNUT: Wow Mr Head you do dat?
MINIHEAD: None other than I.
WALNUT: Danks you!
MINIHEAD: No proble--
HOVERTEXT: Everybody watch out, we've got a shusher.
WALNUT: Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

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HOVERTEXT: INT. OVERSEER'S TOWER - CONT'D
HOVERTEXT: The Overseer lie fast asleep. Clinging to his sword as a baby its teddybear.
HOVERTEXT: The floor of the Overseer's tower is a little bit like that game where the floor is lava. Except instead of being lava, the floor is swords. And instead of being imaginary, it's not.
MINIHEAD (SOMEHOW STILL UNCOMFORTABLY LOUD): (Gulp!)
WALNUT: (Sh!)
HOVERTEXT: SLASH!
HOVERTEXT: The Overseer's blade is un- and re-sheathed in an instant, leaving his table in two.
HOVERTEXT: He turns over, still asleep.
HOVERTEXT: Close one?

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HOVERTEXT: HANDGLISH TRANSLATION: Read this update upways!
HOVERTEXT: The tower walls are totally decked out in a worldly collection.
HOVERTEXT: Katanas, broadswords, shamsirs,
HOVERTEXT: whips, rope darts, the odd flying guillotine,
HOVERTEXT: axes, iron crows, nunchaku, and last but not least...
HOVERTEXT: The guns.
MINIHEAD: The guns!
WALNUT: (sHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHSHSHHSHSHSHSHSHSHHHHHHHHSHISHSHUSHSHUSHSHUSHSHUSH)
MINIHEAD: (You know what? I think you have a problem.)

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HOVERTEXT: Walnut climbs UP the tower stairs.
MINIHEAD (WHIPSERISH): (So! Walnut!)
MINIHEAD: (These guns will be great for our
SPACESHIP
after we dissassemble them and strip them down for parts, eh?)
WALNUT (QUIETY): (I sure hopes so Mr Goob. It's hard to find real good stuffsparts for things 'round here without nobody gettin' mad at you for makin' their ceilin' go bye.)
MINIHEAD: (It's Mr. God*, thank you. Who ever needed a ceiling, anyways? What's the sky going to do? Fall down?)
WALNUT: (Hee hee Mr head. Where I comes from the sky goes down and is the floor and goes up and is the sky goes down is the floor comes up like dat but I'unno why peoples heres would be scared'a dat 'cus they only gots three sides anyways.)
MINIHEAD: (My moon was kinda like that.)
MINIHEAD: (Walnut, what do you think of your master?)
WALNUT: (I'unno Walnut's master you mean da Overseer?)
MINIHEAD: (Yes. Because no offense, but he is a bit garbage.)
WALNUT: (I'unno he not dat good or nice or fun or wee or yay but he ok Walnut guess.)
MINIHEAD: (I feel for you Walnut. I can relate to you in many ways but your situation is so so so so so so much worse than mine ever was. I mean being enslaved is one thing but by a planet that doesn't even have toilets?)
WALNUT: (Don't be sad Globshed. If it make you less sad an' cryin' an' lonely sad alone I'ma make up toelets for da humans before I goes to my place 'an it'll make 'em real happy 'cause I'unno what it is.)
MINIHEAD: (Godhead*. The perfect parting gift, civilization.)
MINIHEAD: (Maybe plumbing is just what this planet needs to get it out of its slavery funk.)
WALNUT: (I'unno Shobshob, a dis-place without dat is like a my-place without big floatin' heads made'a up or a Lisa Sharp dats eyebrows don't like down.)
MINIHEAD: (Godhead*. Yeah...It just makes me kind of sad I guess. I was so excited when I found this place. But then it was all slavery-y. Like wow, downer... That is not super fun, for me.)
WALNUT: (Dis place ain't so bad as it seem I find fun stuff to do like buildin' stuff to go home an' makin' stuff to go home and piecin' parts to get home an' hangin' out with Lisa Sharp. Little Head I think you should meet Lisa Sharp she da bes.)
MINIHEAD: (Mmmmmmmmmmmmm! I will! Think about it! Will definitely consider that, using my brain, ie. my entire body.)
WALNUT: (Maybe it'd be sad dough 'cause if you say hello one day you gonna get in your spaceship and say goodbye 'cause Rockhead I think every happy's a little sad I think.)
MINIHEAD: (Heh. Yeah, you're really right.)
WALNUT: (Mr Rock...Was you sad about what you did on your home place?)
MINIHEAD: (I dunno...)
MINIHEAD: (Yeah... I guess I was sad. I even cried? Wow. I cried about that.)
WALNUT: (Mr Rock even if you been bad your heart been good an' it's what's on da onside dat count.)
MINIHEAD: (You really think I have good onsides? Walnut...that's so sweet...)
MINIHEAD: (Walnut! I just thought of a way I can help you! Why don't I just kill the Overseer?)
WALNUT: (!!!!!!!!!)
MINIHEAD: (That way he can't wake up and cut you up into a bunch of pieces? Because he'll be completely dead? You see where I'm going with this?)
WALNUT: (This ain't good Gloobieshoobiepoo. I can't be throwin' you into the sky now 'cause you too dangerous to be where some space person might... I gots to put you in the swamp...)
MINIHEAD: (Godhead.* Wait, why?!)
WALNUT: (And don't nobody never come back from the swamp.)
MINIHEAD: (Walnut, nonono. You're confused. You wouldn't be implicated in the manslaughter (because I know you don't like murder (because I listen to you)). That'd be me!)
WALNUT: (Ever...)
MINIHEAD: (Ah, I realize what you're upset about. Lisa Sharp and all the human innocents will be just fine. When I say "kill him" I mean "kill just the one guy, the really bad one--
WALNUT: (Killin's bad!!!)
MINIHEAD: (Wait.)
MINIHEAD: (You mean in general?)
MINIHEAD: (Why?)
WALNUT: ('Cause it's bad!)
MINIHEAD: (Well yes, but why?)
WALNUT: ('Cause it ain't good!)
MINIHEAD: (It's mean. Nobody's just going to hand their life over like oh here you sure I'll die. It's like stealing, in a way. And I suppose stealing isssssssss bad...Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...)
WALNUT: (No! Killin's three bads badder than' stealin'!)
MINIHEAD: (Okay so you have a metric!)
WALNUT: (Some stuff's badder than other stuff dats just how it works!)
MINIHEAD: (How many bads is killing?)
WALNUT: (Tenbads!)
MINIHEAD: (Emotional battery?)
WALNUT: (Threebads!)
MINIHEAD: (Animal abuse!)
WALNUT: (Eightbads!)
MINIHEAD: (Hurting someone?)
WALNUT: (Fourbads!)
MINIHEAD: (That's not a bad deal. I'll just paralyze him for you!)
WALNUT: (You can't do dat!)
MINIHEAD: (Excuse me Miss MIGHT AS WELL BE ABUSING ANIMALS, but I don't exactly take orders from people three bad units above me.)
WALNUT: (No hurtin's fourbads but realbadhurtin's ninebads an' that's what you tryin' to do 'cause you bad!)
MINIHEAD: (I might as well be arguing with a child!!!)
WALNUT: (You's a child!)
MINIHEAD: (No you!)
WALNUT: (No you!)
MINIHEAD: (No! You!)
MINIHEAD: (Just give it to me straight, Walnut. Why are you allowed to do bad things and I'm not?)
WALNUT: ('Cause I wanna go home!!!)
MINIHEAD: (Yeah??!!?!?!?!!?!?! Well I want you to be safe! Because you are my friend!)
WALNUT: (...)
WALNUT: (I done this before Lil' Rock. Nobody needs to get hurted--)
TEXT: BLAM-O

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HOVERTEXT: Rooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooll.
GODHEAD: Ow Ow Ow Ow Ow Ow Ow Ow Ow Ow Ow Ow Ow Ow Ow Ow OW!

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OVERSEER: You know I don't like sharin' my toys none.
HOVERTEXT: The Overseer pulls off his BLACK GLOVES
OVERSEER: But since you was thought-ful enough to bring yours over too,
HOVERTEXT: to reveal the BLACK SKIN of a BLACK MAN underneath. The OVERSEER is BLACK.
HOVERTEXT: He plucks Minihead from the tip of his boot.
OVERSEER: I forgive ya.

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HOVERTEXT: The whites of the Overseer's eyes are piercingly red. Minihead feels the sting.
OVERSEER: Sure's a fancy ball. Who gave you this? Al-Jazari? Ha! Girl I'm kiddin' you don't know who the fuck Al-Jazari is. Lord have mercy she can't read.
OVERSEER: So how'd ya make it? You use a...rock? Eh, I'm no en-gin-eer. Your daddy was smart and I was clever, that's what they called us. A little like you and you-know-who... If clever stood for dumb as all fuck, that is.
OVERSEER: Now. While your daddy had a special talent for escortin' me strolls down un-thinkably, cre-atively, art-istically in-jur-ious shen-ann-i-gans...He never did--I don't think, no--what this little number did to me.
OVERSEER: I think it's time I admit it, girl. You may have surpassed the old man. Hahaha! 'Course you have. Nigger wasn't smart enough to not get sold. Hello, coonery day one. We don't like to see it, not one sol-i-tary bit.
OVERSEER: Girl. What the hell is up there that's more interestin' than what's down here?! Get on, come down, show me how the hell to work this thing.

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HOVERTEXT: Walnut...
HOVERTEXT: ...Tries her best...
HOVERTEXT: ...To climb down one handed.
HOVERTEXT: The Overseer returns her toy.

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HOVERTEXT: Minihead rattles in cusp of bloody hands.
HOVERTEXT: A dim eye gapes upwards.
HOVERTEXT: Tearful blobs plead with him to please,
HOVERTEXT: please,
HOVERTEXT: stay shut.

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HOVERTEXT: Blood pools under Walnut.
WALNUT: I's cant's dos it I cant's...
HOVERTEXT: The ball splashes to the ground. It paints a trail towards the Overseer.
WALNUT: T-the rock it don't w-work no more anymores...
OVERSEER: Why? 'Cause I shot it? Nah, the thing was too stubborn for me to even leave a dent in it. What don't work is your paw.
HOVERTEXT: It's near impossible for Walnut to raise her hand.
OVERSEER: Bleedin' up a damn flood in its wrinkles an' crev-i-ces. It wasn't built for that. You build it for that?
HOVERTEXT: It lands in the Overseer's. He wipes red from where the bullet is lodged.
OVERSEER: Ah. Here's the problem: Your trusty app-ar-atus stopped the bullet. And ain't that just a little bit neat?

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HOVERTEXT: Creeeak.
OVERSEER: Sit tight.
HOVERTEXT: The Overseer opens the cabinet where the bandage is.
OVERSEER: Help is on the way.
HOVERTEXT: A bandage and a knife. These appear to be the medical tools that will be made use of on Walnut today.
OVERSEER: Just say when you're ready. Ain't no rush. There is a mi-nor time limit 'til you bleed out, though.

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HOVERTEXT: The Overseer reaches into his floor of knives.
TEXT: REACH
OVERSEER: In the mean-time,
HOVERTEXT: Out he pulls a book.
TEXT: *LITERATURE*
OVERSEER: It's high-time you learned some readin' little niglet. Just think'a how much smarter you would be if you were lit-er-ate. Y'know when you get a real good idea, a gen-u-ine chef-d'oeu-vre. Like a...a...frog that can fly or some mess, whatever tickles ya. Then you go to work, you pick cotton 'til the sun don't shine--and you just can't wait to ex-e-cute your grand idea, you're so giddy you skip all the way to your cabin, and you lie down, and it's gone. You know that feelin' don'tcha Walnut?
WALNUT: Naw...
OVERSEER: Yes ya do. You lost the con-cept of the mech-an-ism that could'a maybe...who knows, picked cotton like a black man. The con-cept to save the Negro race! If such a thing could exist, what a thing to lose. Now you so smart I bet you been wonderin' why and how people ain't come up with a so-lution of sorts to re-cord and re-visit precious ideas. Walnut, today's your lucky day.
OVERSEER: Gimme a second here to get it together. Y'know what? No, no, no. This here's a collection of E-gyp-tian hier-o-glyphs. You met any of the E-gypt-ian niggers on this plantation? I crack my damn self up, we ain't got no got-damn Egyptians girl. You ever even seen a map? I'm off track. You was gonna start out with the first language, but see, there's de-bate. 'Cause alllll around the world--you heard'a the "world"?--every-body thinks they done it first. Sum-er-ian, Ela-mite, Pal-aic, Chiiiiin-ese. Now how the hell you know you was the first to do anything when you can't even see past your damn toes. The only way you can really be sure who was really, truly first, is by con-siderin' every in-di-vidual account from what we call a "van-tage point".
OVERSEER: "Before one learns their first language, they must learn the first language." Un-known source. Now Walnut. Your daddy was stupid. He said readin' and writin' "dried up" the "flavor" o' his "ideas". Nigger. That motherfucker loved to play...I said coon...Oh lord. It don't matter, 'cause I got faith in you Walnut! Now you smart, so I know what you askin'. "How I gonna suf-fi-cient-ly com-pare and con-trast these'm various un-trans-lated texts for'uh determinin' hu-manity's first writ-ten lang-uage when I cain't-uh-uh-uh-read'm?" Aha. Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Naw, let's just see how you figure it out.
WALNUT: 'Seer...
OVERSEER: You already got it?!
HOVERTEXT: Walnut is bleeding to death.
WALNUT: I think I's...ready for bein' ready now...my hand's makin' me...sleepy...

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HOVERTEXT: PUSH. Everything flies off the table/s.
TEXT: PUSH
OVERSEER: Thought you'd never ask!
HOVERTEXT: Walnut's hand lands in bloodsplatter. Between the Overseer's grip and his fancy knife, it looks that's where it's going to stay.
OVERSEER: Thing about bullet wounds,
OVERSEER: Is that you ne-ver, e-ver, e-ver want to remove the bullet.

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HOVERTEXT: The knife begins to pry out the bullet.

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HOVERTEXT: A shriek rattles the entire computer dome.
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HOVERTEXT: Planet Finder's volume bar is getting ready to explode.

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HOVERTEXT: A terrified hand takes it upon itself to make it stop...but...

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HOVERTEXT: The table is going to need a replacement after Walnut's through with it.
OVERSEER: I know it hurt like a motherfucker. Take your time. I'll keep goin' when ya ready.

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WALNUT: H...............e.l........p...............m..e........................s
OVERSEER: Take a deep in-hale. I've gotcha.

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POP UP: Planet Finder Says: FLASHING IMAGE WARNING! Press cancel to disable flashing images.
WALNUT: HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL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GODHEAD: Okay. I'm god. I'm god. I'm god. I can do this. I can't do this. No, I'm god. Yes I can. If I combine Planet Finder with the Blomagotchi emulator I could walk away for ten minutes and let the Overseer starve to death. That's not fast enough. Walnut's in danger.
HOVERTEXT: Alien WikiHow
GODHEAD: Ah, this was just open. That's problem solved. I'll just beam this to Walnut and I'm sure that'll help a l--A 53% rating?!?!?!?!?!?!
HOVERTEXT: Alien RollerCoaster Tycoon
GODHEAD: Strap the Overseer in a super deadly rollercoaster--wait, I'm not supposed to kill--wait, none of my rollercoasters are even deadly. Darn it CoWi was right! I do only play girl games! Walnut I'm so sorry.
HOVERTEXT: Alien Minesweeper
GODHEAD: I'll blow them up. Oh Godhead, you come up with such STUPID ideas when you're stressed out!!! I'm too good at Alien Minesweeper 
HOVERTEXT: Alien UkuTabs
GODHEAD: My Bukulele skills aren't ready.
HOVERTEXT: Alien Princess Maker 2
GODHEAD: Good to see my princess is thriving. That relieves me somewhat. Note to self: Walnut good princess? Princess styles for Walnut. Think on it.
HOVERTEXT: Alien Weather App. The forecast is a resounding 'space'
GODHEAD: The weatherman doesn't control the weather and I am not the weatherman.
HOVERTEXT: Alien WikiHow, again
GODHEAD: "BlikiHow - How to Die Peacefully". Got further with this one. Assuming it's the better one. "Assisted suicide", might be able to work with this.

ACT_2/32/1.html
POP UP: Planet Finder Says: FLASHING IMAGE WARNING! Press cancel to skip page with description.
HOVERTEXT: Every tab in a 100,000 pixel radius is tossed into Planet Finder with no consideration for how disfigured the UI becomes.
GODHEAD: Aaaarrghhh there's no time!!!

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POP UP: Planet Finder Says: FLASHING IMAGE WARNING! Press cancel to skip page with description.
WALNUT: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
GODHEAD: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
HOVERTEXT: Godhead methodically utilizes the apps at his disposal to aid Walnut in her dilemma.

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HOVERTEXT: A brave young water droplet kamikazes the bloody mess at hand.

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HOVERTEXT: How strange.
OVERSEER: Not my roof.
HOVERTEXT: Why has a water droplet landed on the Overseer's face in this climate?
OVERSEER: Now I appre-ci-ate the gifts, and I love him dearly,
OVERSEER: But in-stead-o bringin' me this from there or there from that, which don't get me wrong about, could I get a new got-damn roof?!

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OVERSEER: Got-damn water. I hate water. Can't focus on a got-damn. Sigh.
OVERSEER: Walnut, this just ain't fair to you.
HOVERTEXT: The Overseer sticks a pin in the hand situation for the time being.
WALNUT (BLURRED): hrck
OVERSEER: I'ma be right back.

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OVERSEER: When will the Lord have mercy.
HOVERTEXT: The only way to fix a leak is with a sword, which the Overseer has retrieved for his ascent up the tower.

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OVERSEER: Who ever heard'a rain. Earthquake outta nowhere sure, but shit. Not my hat!
MINIHEAD: (Walnut! Don't worry! I'm! Helping!)
WALNUT (BLURRED): I...gots to...
WALNUT (BLURRED): Get yous...out...of...heres...
TEXT: TEAAAAR
WALNUT (BLURRED): R...g...h...
MINIHEAD: (Walnut stop! You're tearing your hand!)

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OVERSEER: Mercy!
MINIHEAD: Um.
MINIHEAD: You know what actually could you try grabbing me just one more time as a raincheck
OVERSEER: Hey Walnut! Pick that torch up 'fore the whole place lights up!
OVERSEER: Alright mother-fucker. Come out to play.
OVERSEER: Where the damn are you...You was just drippin' all over me a second ago dammit all to Hell.
WAVE: *CRASH*

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HOVERTEXT: Running low on blood and oxygen,

ACT_2/40/2.html
HOVERTEXT: Walnut is unable to dislodge the knife in time.
TEXT: Add to inventory.

ACT_2/40/3.html
HOVERTEXT: KNIFE has been added to your inventory.

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HOVERTEXT: EXT. THE OVERSEER'S TOWER - STORMY NIGHT
HOVERTEXT: The tower door is SIEGED by a battering ram of a wave.

ACT_2/42/1.html
HOVERTEXT: Walnut climbs atop a table half.
HOVERTEXT: Minihead is in her left hand.
MINIHEAD: Hold on to me. Just keep holding onto me, Walnut.
HOVERTEXT: One part sponge one part stress ball, he's begun to go red.
MINIHEAD: It's okay. I've got your blood, it's all right here mostly, there's nothing to worry about. We'll get it back into your body...somehow. I, yes, don't worry.

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HOVERTEXT: A large bubble rises on the water.
HOVERTEXT: Out POPS the Overseer. He's wet.

ACT_2/44/1.html
HOVERTEXT: The table half is halved.
HOVERTEXT: Minihead, sopping and inflated, surfaces with the grace of a beachball.
HOVERTEXT: Walnut herself is eager to reunite with her blood storage unit.
HOVERTEXT: Above them, the Overseer's sword is at the ready, These shenanigans must end.
OVERSEER: You...
HOVERTEXT: The image of Minihead burns into the Overseer's eyes.
OVERSEER: What is you?
HOVERTEXT: Right back at ya, Overseer.
MINIHEAD: Walnut, stay on top of me!!!
HOVERTEXT: The Overseer's sword CATCHES LIGHTNING.
HOVERTEXT: SPLASH.
HOVERTEXT: Okay, everybody outta the pool. There's a bunch of dead fish and an electrocuted guy in here.

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HOVERTEXT: *Click.*

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HOVERTEXT: It's CoWi~!

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HOVERTEXT: Ganbare, Godhead chan.
GODHEAD: CoWi! You saved Walnut from the dastardly Overseer!
HOVERTEXT: What happened to the joyous atmosphere in the Computer Dome? It's suddenly really awkward...
COWI:
GODHEAD:
COWI:
HOVERTEXT: PAT PAT
GODHEAD: Oh right. Thank you!
HOVERTEXT: CoWi's CD halo sparkles all sparkly-y and stuff.
COWI: Teehee~! I should be thanking you, Lord Godhead, for bringing me back to life!
GODHEAD: Ah well that was an accident. I was just mashing pretty much anything on the screen.
GODHEAD: But hey, who knew the weather app could do all that. Walnut must think I'm so smart right now! Right on!
GODHEAD: By the way CoWi, some glitch has been happening where I can't drag-select and drop items but only in the file viewer? I'd like you to fix that for me, thanks. Oh and I keep getting this weird error...THE INSTRUCTION AT 0X00007FFFFFFFEEEEEEEEEE9999999999999999995555555555 REFERENCED MEMORY AT 0X00000000007777777777FFFFFFE1AAAAAADD3EEEEEEEEEEEB0. THE MEMORY COULD NOT BE READ. No clue what that's about, so. If you could fix it. Just remembered another thing! 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ACT_2/47/1.html
HOVERTEXT: EXT. OUTSIDE OF OVERSEER'S TOWER - THE DEAD SEA - SUNRISE
MINIHEAD: You're safe now, Walnut.
WALNUT (BLURRED): ...

HOVERTEXT: The Overseer looks rather dead.
MINIHEAD: Um. Is he okay?
WALNUT (BLURRED): ...

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HOVERTEXT: But is he?
MINIHEAD: Of course he's okay. I don't kill people, haha. Right Walnut?
WALNUT (BLURRED): ...
MINIHEAD: Oh dear. You're dying.

ACT_2/47/3.html
HOVERTEXT: A Godhand plucks Walnut and plops her down on the surprisingly buoyant Overseer.
MINIHEAD: You lie down. Just like that, yes. And uh, give me a second. Just one. Promise!

ACT_2/48/1.html
HOVERTEXT: Remember the Planet Finder search feature? How quick we are to forget the Planet Finder search feature.
GODHEAD: If I recall I threw one of my emulators in here. Blama...

ACT_2/48/2.html
HOVERTEXT: Little Walnut is translated to Blamagotchi-space--the emulator of which, if I'm free to interject, has magnificently crisp edges.
GODHEAD: ...Gotchi!

ACT_2/49/1.html
GODHEAD: Blood! Let's get it in you.
HOVERTEXT: A very special tutorial, presented by CoWi.
COWI: Today we're going to do a blood transfusion! Let's do a good job and get Walnut her blood, okay?
COWI: Use your cursor to drag droplets from Minihead to Walnut.
COWI: Need to borrow mine? Tee~hee~
[GAME]
COWI: Really? Skip this level? But this one's so easy...

ACT_2/49/2.html
GODHEAD: What the?! CoWi, what is the matter with this thing!
COWI: Ummm...nothing?
GODHEAD: Then why is it killing her?!
COWI: I don't know why. I've never had blood, Godhead. I don't understand things like that...
GODHEAD: Well surely my memory of alien-gallons of the stuff sloshing around inside me isn't so inaccurate that I've got this wrong.
COWI: Oooohhh...
HOVERTEXT: CoWi lets out a dreamy sigh.
GODHEAD: Granted it's kinda watered down but--
COWI: Godhead, what does having blood feel like?
HOVERTEXT: Pictured: Punished Walnut
GODHEAD: What does it look like it feels like?! It hurts!
HOVERTEXT: Her Earth charms sound like bitcrushed windchimes.
COWI: Really? It hurts? Sloshing around inside?
GODHEAD: Ugh, all it does is make a huge blue mess.
COWI: Blue?
GODHEAD: Well mine was, you know.
COWI: Godhead, would I have red blood like Walnut or blue blood like you?
GODHEAD: CoWi go away, you're being distracting.
COWI: Would I have a lot of blood like Walnut, Lord Godhead?
COWI: Godhead, do you think I'd have even more blood than that?
COWI: Can you feel it moving around in your arms? Your legs? Woow...To have volume...!
COWI: Pain in all three dimensions, what could it feel like?
GODHEAD: That's right, I forgot about pain! Painkillers!
GODHEAD: CoWi, get the drugs.

ACT_2/50/1.html
HOVERTEXT: Today, CoWi teaches you how to administer euthanasia! Anesthesia!*
COWI: Oopsie woopsie, we made a poopsie doopsie~ I guess you shouldn't try performing abstract operations on people before anesthetizing them first. huh...
COWI: See those? Those are the pain receptors in Walnut's great big brain! Wow! Having a brain must feel pretty nice, right?
TEXT: RED = PAIN BLUE = CLEASURE!
COWI: Click those angry red dots to make them happy blue dots before they disappear, okay? Try your best and don't miss any, 'cause you've already lost all your lives! Oh no!
[GAME]
COWI: Are you a sore loser or do you just suck at games? Fiiine, you can skip this one, too.

ACT_2/50/GAMEOVER.html
COWI: Oh no, you killed Walnut!
COWI: Don't cry, okay? We can go backwards, remember? Just try to play the game better this time...



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HOVERTEXT: It's difficult to tell if there's any change in Walnut's condition.
MINIHEAD: Walnut, does it still hurt?
WALNUT (BLURRED):
MINIHEAD: Ummmmmmmmmmmmm aaaaaaaaaaaaare you like aaaalive...?
WALNUT (BLURRED):
MINIHEAD: Well you still have half a heart left so you must...
MINIHEAD: Do you feel anything? Anything at all?
WALNUT (BLURRED):
WALNUT (BLURRED):
WALNUT (BLURRED):
WALNUT (BLURRED): N...o.
HOVERTEXT: Half a heart regenerates!
MINIHEAD: Good!
HOVERTEXT: CoWi batters Walnut with her joyful jumps...
GODHEAD: It w--
COWI: It worked! It worked! Godhead look, it worked!
GODHEAD: Ok. Well I was gonna exclaim that but whatever.
COWI: Living organisms are so cool! You can change them just like that!
GODHEAD: Well, I guess. You change forms all the time I don't see what's necessarily so spectacular about being made of meat.
HOVERTEXT: ...And proceeds to steal her identity while she's at it!
COWI: Do you think that I could go inside Walnut's brain?
GODHEAD: What?!
COWI: If I combined myself with the program?
GODHEAD: What's gotten into you today?!
COWI: It's just a question, do you think?

ACT_2/51/1.html
HOVERTEXT: COWITIPS: Never try pouring all the blood in at once! Be patient~!
COWI: Sooo um remember that blood transfusion I taught you? That was wrong.
[GAME]
WALNUT: 
WALNUT: Goobie...
MINIHEAD: Walnut...?
WALNUT: Ghoobus is...did you makes it...outta da hot hot?
MINIHEAD: Yes. We did.
WALNUT: You didn'ts melted?
MINIHEAD: I'm fine. How do you feel?
WALNUT: Did I melteds?
MINIHEAD: No. You're safe, Walnut.
WALNUT: Mr Rock...I didn'ts was did do anything to saves you did I...Sniff sniff...Sniff...Rock Mr...Is sorry...
MINIHEAD: That's okay, we can share the credit for that amazing thing I did.
MINIHEAD: Do ya love me now Walnut?
MINIHEAD: Cause I love you! Mwamwamwamwmwamwama I love you sooo much Walnut you're the best thing since CANNED BLILK BLAAAA!!!
MINIHEAD: !!!
WALNUT: Whuhzat?
MINIHEAD: In fact I love you so much I should probably be BEHIND BARS because it's KIND OF STRAIGHT UP CREEPY!
MINIHEAD: So help me me I will combine you with a frozen window-!
WALNUT: Dats weird Mr Rock I didnt knows you was half girlvoice dats kinda funny Mr Rock you and girlvoice just like me and Walnut! 
MINIHEAD: WALNUT WILL YOU MARRRRYYYY MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE???
WALNUT: Marry you's like hows on my home place planet we's ride mareys to bury jubaberries in da flaily prairies for da firey fairies to eat while we frys our second dairies?
MINIHEAD:
MINIHEAD: 
MINIHEAD: 
GODHEAD: Oh now you're not going to say anything?!?!?
MINIHEAD: Uhhhhhhhh well young Walnut marriage is when yoooooooou uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...........Um...........Uh.............................um uh um uh um...
MINIHEAD: Okay fine! I didn't save you, CoWi did.
WALNUT: Your girlvoice saved me an' you an' not you she not you her not you she did it Mr. Rock?
MINIHEAD: ...Yes. Ugh. Sigh. Yes. Fine. My digital assistant CoWi, the woman responsible for most of my achievements. 
MINIHEAD: (I think she's malfunctioning.)
MINIHEAD: (I may uninstall her.)
WALNUT: Hey no killin!
MINIHEAD: Yeah, no killing!
MINIHEAD: Oh God damn it.
WALNUT: I's gonna say hi to Cowy.
MINIHEAD: ...Well no one's stopping you!
WALNUT: Hi Cowy what's your flavourite color?
[END GAME]
COWI: You wanna skip this one too!?!?!?!?! Just 'cause you're tired of dragging droplets?!
COWI: But the ending is so heartwarming! Grr... You better scroll back up...!
POP UP: CoWi says: You're a bastard!!!

ACT_2/51/2.html
HOVERTEXT: CoWy basks in the glory...of speaking to someone who isn't Godhead for the first time in her entire life.


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COWI: My favourite color? Is.
COWI: PINK
GODHEAD PROMPTS: >blue
>make computer blue
>background blue
>go blue again
>my eye hurts
>uninstall cowi.exe


>how

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HOVERTEXT: The mysterious regenerative properties of pink restore Walnut half a heart.
WALNUT: Pink dats my flavourite too! Plink dink rink jink shmink quink rink trink fink blink dink sink oink zoink poink doink pink's da color of da me dats inside'a me.

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HOVERTEXT: Tutorial tutorial tutorial...
COWI: Okie! You're gonna drag that bullet out of Walnut's hand to the objective area. This one's so timple I'm not even exactly sure why you need a tutorial~? Huh? You don't get it? But, you just... At this point I don't know how else to explain without overcomplicating it.
COWI: What do you mean "what bullet"? The black, the plack pixel see? Oh dearzies, you need me to zoom in? Yeah, okay, these small game windows are actually kind of pieces of shit. I guess not all applications were designed to be combined together, oops~!
[GAME]
COWI: At this point just skip the game. I don't really care anymore.

ACT_2/54/GAMEOVER.html
COWI: You messed up and killed Walnut again?
COWI: Don't cry, okay? We can go back, remember? Just try to play the game better this time, I have stuff I need to ask her about...

ACT_2/54/2.html
HOVERTEXT: The full triplets.
GODHEAD: CoWi what the freaking heck! Put my tabs back to normal!
COWI SPEAKING THROUGH MINIHEAD: Wooooooooooooooooooow...It really doesn't hurt anymore?
WALNUT: Nahnope I don't feels a ting.
COWI SPEAKING THROUGH MINIHEAD: Amazing...Ooooooooorganic...
MINIHEAD: Move you blasted pest!
COWI SPEAKING THROUGH MINIHEAD: Sorryzies Walnut but I am like fangirling so hard right now.
WALNUT: Can you blows a lot of wind or a bunch?
COWI SPEAKING THROUGH MINIHEAD: Teehee~! Funny~!
COWI SPEAKING THROUGH MINIHEAD: And not in the sarcastic way I respond to Godhead's jokes. That was genuinely funny.
WALNUT: Gloobglobe makes jokes?
MINIHEAD: Hello?!
WALNUT: Cowy did you knows I'ma big I-like-you-toos startin' from now 'cause I decided you's good and I like you and pink's a good color to like.
COWI SPEAKING THROUGH MINIHEAD: W-wow!!! I can barely accept the honor. I mean I literally can't. I'm not real.
WALNUT: Me's either!
COWI SPEAKING THROUGH MINIHEAD: Oh?
COWI SPEAKING THROUGH MINIHEAD: But Walnut, you're living in a body...Even if you don't identify as real, isn't being made of matter sort of neat?
COWI SPEAKING THROUGH MINIHEAD: Actually...Walnut, I was hoping I could interview you. Is that okayzies? Do you have a minutezies?
WALNUT: I gots minutes an' zees I took 'ems from people's watches and sleeps but dats okay 'cause it ain't stealin' when you gives them back.
HOVERTEXT: AnchoWi is on the job!
COWI SPEAKING THROUGH MINIHEAD: So, in terms of having a body...Would you describe yourself more as "fleshy" or "gelatinous"?
WALNUT: Walnut's a lotta meat a goodly sized pile.
COWI SPEAKING THROUGH MINIHEAD: Wow!
COWI SPEAKING THROUGH MINIHEAD: And the membrane that covers your eyes, is that pretty sturdy?
WALNUT: Nop
COWI SPEAKING THROUGH MINIHEAD: Amazing~~~~~~!~!
COWI SPEAKING THROUGH MINIHEAD: Your Walnut skin is so super, I have to confess to closet cosplaying you here and there. I hope that's okayzies. Godhead implied it was disturbing and wrong~.
WALNUT: Closplaying's a good fun for a whole everyone as long as you careful with you claws.
WALNUT: If you scratch yourself, tell Lisa Sharp for help!
COWI SPEAKING THROUGH MINIHEAD: Thanks Walnut...Actually, if I scratched myself, nothing would happen.
WALNUT: O dats 'cause you a rock inside a rock, an' who knows how many rocks is inside the insides of your insides.
COWI SPEAKING THROUGH MINIHEAD: I'm not a rock. I'm a computer hologram speaking to you through a rock.
COWI SPEAKING THROUGH MINIHEAD: In reality, you could say my existence is strictly...2-dimensional.
MINIHEAD: Ha!
WALNUT: Heady don't be doin' laughs at Cowy she only got two sides it's sad!
COWI SPEAKING THROUGH MINIHEAD: Yeah you big blue jerk!
MINIHEAD: What? No, you just made a pun. It was clever and humorous.
WALNUT: You knows what Goddog. Get behind da bars.
MINIHEAD: I...
MINIHEAD: I'm sorry.
HOVERTEXT: Ten years. Ten years.

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HOVERTEXT: Tutorial tutorial tutorial...
COWI: I dunno, at this point we're pretty much just screwing around. I've always wanted to see what REAL eating looked like, discounting Godhead's trash compactor thing~+*+~
NOTE: out 2 lunch!
[GAME]
WALNUT: Cowy if you coulds how many dimes would you lynchin'?
COWI!MINIHEAD: Three. Just like you! My idol! I want three dimensions~~~!
WALNUT: Not evens three dimelynchins and a penny?
COWI!MINIHEAD: Three is a solid number. Ca-ching.
WALNUT: Hee-tee!
WALNUT: I dunno if compolograms can count but a lotttsaaa numbers come after three Cowy. Threeteen.
WALNUT: Mah firstform got grunghungred five-butters-and-orange siderections and dats only on Toobsday.
WALNUT: Pick somethin' good like dat!
COWI!MINIHEAD: Nope, three is perfect for me.
WALNUT: Dats kinda crasy Cowy but dats okay you an' Godhead come from a different planet where right is wrong and wrong is wrong and dats okay 'cause respect cultures.
COWI!MINIHEAD: So...I have your blessing?
WALNUT: I dink Godhead do dat.
COWI!MINIHEAD: Eep! Can I pray to human god instead?
WALNUT: I dink he's busy bein' made up.
COWI!MINIHEAD: O~~~~~~~kayy.
COWI!MINIHEAD: Godhead, do I have permission to take Walnut's body when she leaves to her home planet?
WALNUT: Nuhuh!
COWI!MINIHEAD: But why?
WALNUT: How you feel if you come back from bein' taken to an outer place an' brunged home an' your body got a computapie in it an' you gots to be a ghost an' it ain't so bad but then you's gotta poop and you can't poop 'cause you a ghost an' then it gets real bad?
COWI!MINIHEAD: I don't have a body.
MINIHEAD: You don't need one.

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HOVERTEXT: Yayyy it's time for the Toilet Minigame!!! The long foreshadowed Toilet Minigame!
GODHEAD: I'm tired of listening to this foolishness--
COWI: Nooo... Were you about to watch Walnut go to the bathroom?
GODHEAD: What? No!
COWI: There is a line Lord Godhead. You are such a sick little freak. I hate you!!!!!!
TEXT: HOW NOT TO BE A HORRIFIC CREEP - BY COWI
COWI: Keep your eyes off that little girl you disgusting slime!
[GAME]
COWI: You BETTER skip!

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HOVERTEXT: EXT. GODHEAD - FEDERAL PRISON
MINIHEAD: I'm tired of listening to this foolishness, CoWi. If taking your sentience suppressors down will snuff out this little rebellious phase then so be it, but some of us are actually pretty sensitive about this topic and find your complete and utter fetishisation of the blumanoid form frankly triggering.
MINIHEAD: You have the ideal form, you can toggle bodies as you please with none of the unpleasant aftereffects. I programmed you like that for a reason. And here you are being completely ungrateful.
COWI!MINIHEAD: You didn't program me. I'm commercial software.
MINIHEAD: That's right, huh...
MINIHEAD: I mean really. Who would understand the melodramatic sorrow of being placed in the wrong body?
COWI!MINIHEAD: Me.
WALNUT: Mes.
MINIHEAD: You have no idea. You start from this level zero gelantious blue thing. You're among the lesser of your kind, I'd even go as far as to say the lessest.
WALNUT: Dat sound about Walnut to me.
COWI!MINIHEAD: I'm not blue like currently at the moment, but yeah. I pretty much get that.
MINIHEAD: And you have to fight your way out of an oppressive system of slavery to become the person you want to be--the person you are!
WALNUT: You name must be me 'cause we (but no killin').
COWI!MINIHEAD: This oppressive system, this is also blue, correct?
MINIHEAD: We're talking hacking superfuturistic security systems, fighting cyborg guards, staging planetwide prison breaks,
COWI!MINIHEAD: Hm?
MINIHEAD: Alien Grand Theft Auto esque sequences, physics puzzles, disguise missions, a final showdown with the most prominent organization of legislators and private sector representatives involving mixed blartial arts,
WALNUT: I ain't done none of dat but now I kinda wants to (but no killin').
MINIHEAD: And a bunch of other completely lame and embarrassing crap from your wicked gangsta backstory. Ew...
COWI!MINIHEAD: What the heck? Lord Godhead you used to be cool?
MINIHEAD: No! I was not cool! Being god is cool.
WALNUT: Killin' ain't cool stay in schoo.
COWI!MINIHEAD: (Getting killed sounds kinda cool (can't get killed either.))
MINIHEAD: Whatever it takes to achieve your ideal form is what's "cool". It's in. Hear me?
MINIHEAD: You may do things you're not proud of. You may do things you're pretty proud of like the bliu blitsu cyborg fights. But at the end of the day you do what you have to do to complete your transformative journey.
MINIHEAD: Your transpersonal quest...Transportation of the soul, so to speak, that translucifies transgressions transmitted through the initial transaction of life that occurs when you are transferred into this world.
MINIHEAD: Transhistorical really, meaning to possess the quality of holding throughout all history.
MINIHEAD: I wish it weren't though. I wish I could just forget all those embarrassing things, you know?
COWI!MINIHEAD: Woooooooooooow...
WALNUT: Woooooooow...
COWI!MINIHEAD: Lord Godhead...
WALNUT: Is reallys a transidol!

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HOVERTEXT: S U P E R A W E S O M E F R E A K I N G G O D
TEXT: S U P E R A W E S O M E F R E A K I N G G O D
MINIHEAD: Oh come on, I'm a super awesome freaking god. I killed everyone in the world because I wanted to be known for that?
COWI!MINIHEAD: You just haaaa~ve to show us what you looked like.
WALNUT: I'unno Cowy, I dinks dats rude'tude.
COWI!MINIHEAD: Whyzies? This guy is unconditionally happy to show off every little detail about his stupid self, right LG?
MINIHEAD: Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...
WALNUT: Dinks about it dis way, if you gots into Walnut's body da way you like 'an someone said I wanna sees you, what you show, da flat you or da fat you? I dinks you'd show your not-Walnut as much I'd show my Walnut 'cause dats da ugly one ain't nobody wanna see.
MINIHEAD: Exactly.
MINIHEAD: Wait a minute. Walnut, you think I was ugly?
GODHEAD: CoWi, design a really cool Godhead blajinka to show Walnut. Now!
COWI: So I...don't get to see your true form?
GODHEAD: Ew are you kidding me? I was freaking ugly!
GODHEAD: Now draw!

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HOVERTEXT: See? Not ugly?
HOVERTEXT: Really impressive stuff.
HOVERTEXT: In other news, CoWi turns out to be quite the versatile artist.
COWI: Wtfzies? You snubbed my drawings for THAT?
GODHEAD: Well yours sucked. Mine is cool.
COWI: I want a divorce!!!
GODHEAD: ...I forget that we're married sometimes.
GODHEAD: Hey! You can't divorce me!
WALNUT: Huuuuuuuuuuuuh...I dinks when I gets back to my home planet place dat I'ma get us all three of us some good new forms. And dey will be pink, and dey will have threety sides, and dey will be goopy.
WALNUT: Goose night.
COWI!MINIHEAD: This is coverture you bastard!

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[GAME]

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TEXT: The End
TEXT: of the scene.
HOVERTEXT: Sleeby Walnut.

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HOVERTEXT: CoWi hands Godhead her alien MSPaint pen cursor.
COWI: Please sign here.
CERTIFICATE: This divorce certificate has been translated fo encourage the patronage of Earth viewers.
Certificate of Divorce
This is to certify that
GODHEAD and COMPUTER WIFE
have ended their marriage in divorce
at BLUE PLANET
on the RIGHT day of FUCKING on the year NOW
________                  COWY
COWI: Now right click "Save image as..." and submit. <3

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HOVERTEXT: BLAM-o
GIF: BLAM-o

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HOVERTEXT: !!!

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MINIHEAD: Are you okay?
HOVERTEXT: Walnut looks to the RIGHT.
HOVERTEXT: To the LEFT.

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HOVERTEXT: And DOWN.

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HOVERTEXT: No Imminent danger here. Go back to bed, Walnut.

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HOVERTEXT: A shadow casts over Walnut.

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HOVERTEXT: And boy is it mad.

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HOVERTEXT: Quick question though; What's up with the BIG BURLAP SACK?
TEXT: BIG BURLAP SACK
TEXT: s t r i n g

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HOVERTEXT: Lisa Sharp, the insatiably curious character she is, draws the string.
TEXT: PULL

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HOVERTEXT: Nut's SACK is full of GUNS.

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HOVERTEXT: Lisa Sharp picks up a gun.

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[FLASH]

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WINDOW TEXT: Planet Finder.exe is not responding
If you close the program, you might lose information.
> Close the program
> Wait for the program to respond
INPUT TEXT: > blue
> make computer blue
> background blue
> go blue again
> my eye hurts
> uninstall cowi.exe
> how
> cowi.exe
HOVERTEXT: The Planet Finder 'not responding' dialog has been partially translated to encourage the patronage of Earth viewers.

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INPUT TEXT: > blue
> make computer blue
> background blue
> go blue again
> my eye hurts
> uninstall cowi.exe
> how
> cowi.exe
>planetfinder.exe
HOVERTEXT: Planet Finder loads up.

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WINDOW TEXT: Planet Finder did not close properly last time it was run.
OK
HOVERTEXT: Loading…

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HOVERTEXT: Loading… Done.
HOVERTEXT: Girls? Are you good?
WALNUT: LisaSharp what happen to your eye!

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LISA SHARP: What you mean what happen to my eye? What happen to my eye?
HOVERTEXT: Sharp spots her eyeless reflection.
LISA SHARP: OH SH** NICE.
LISA SHARP: …
LISA SHARP: Hey, where I get this gun?

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[FLASH FAKEOUT]

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WALNUT: LisaSharpputdowndatgunrightnaow!!!!
LISA SHARP: What! I just holdin' it.
WALNUT: Put it all da way down 'fore I get so explodey I start yellin' darn poop bootybutt stinky doodoo peepee cussin' cussy heck!
LISA SHARP: OK OK. I puttin' it down WHOOP--
HOVERTEXT: ACCIDENTAL BLAMM-O.
LISA SHARP: ...SO? They MY guns.
WALNUT: No they ain't!
LISA SHARP: Yes they is.
WALNUT: Nuh uh!
LISA SHARP: Uh huh.
WALNUT: Nuh uh!
LISA SHARP: Uh huh.
WALNUT: Nuh uh!
HOVERTEXT: CoWi is escorted offscreen.
COWI: I'm ba~~~~~~~~~~~ck.
LISA SHARP: UH. HUH!
LISA SHARP: They was waitin' for me right there in the corner.
WALNUT: They wasn't waitin' for you did dey tells you dat? Bad guns lyin's threebads you bad lil' guns.
LISA SHARP: Guns can't talk ya dumb FOOL. It was the sun what told me.
WALNUT: Now you lyin' 'cause the sun only speak Finglish.
HOVERTEXT: Sharp snatches Minihead right out of Walnut's hands.
HOVERTEXT: She positions him in front of the bleached morning sun.
LISA SHARP: He told me.

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LISA SHARP: I sorry I didn't understand what you was tryin' to tell me, God. I was so scared of evil hurdlin' down in you I forgot Heaven's in the sky.
But last night, 'fore the storm, I woke up.
An' I remembered.
WALNUT: 'Membered what?
HOVERTEXT: Sharp and mIni go head to head.
LISA SHARP: What you told me all those years ago!
GODHEAD: Iiiiiiiiiiiiii am pretty sure that I have never spoken to you in my life?
HOVERTEXT: Godhead duplicates Planet Finder and reviews the past n events.
LISA SHARP: Back then I was small an' weak. I wasn't ready for your message yet. But you, God, in your allknowin' AWESOMENESS, saw that one day I would be. An' now, surrounded by these holy guns you sent down for me from Heaven, I is.
HOVERTEXT: Here it is, the time Godhead blocked out the sun pausing the application after coming back from the bathroom. All before the waking eyes of Tiny Lisa.
GODHEAD: So there was the time I blocked out the sun pausing the application in front of her, but certainly there's no substantial material there from which can be interpreted a statement or instruction or parallel or Me forbid a sign.
LISA SHARP: I. Is. THE CHOSEN ONE.
WALNUT: What d'bleep you ain't even like my ball you said it was da devil!
LISA SHARP: Would the devil tell you to bring me a buncha guns so I could start a revolution, Walnut?
WALNUT: Uh Lisa Sharp you ain't plannin' on usin' these guns for bein' mean is you?
LISA SHARP: I gonna shoot people.
WALNUT: Sharpy no! That ain't what guns is for!
LISA SHARP: They GUNS.
WALNUT: Guns is for takin' from da 'Seer an' gettin' boomed in da hand with so you splash him with fish soup but don't worry he okay and draggin' home in a big sack'a'guns with da help of your ball 'cause you too small to do it on you own an' tearin' up into smaller guns an' makin' into a skyship to take you to da big cloud!
LISA SHARP: You AIN'T tearin' up my guns 'less YOU wanna get torn up.
GODHEAD: (She's a lot scarier now that she has an arsenal of weapons.)
LISA SHARP: This ain't no game, Walnut. I is gonna make you free.
WALNUT: I don't wants to be free.
LISA SHARP: You don't know WHAT you want. But if you was free, you could want anything you want! Actual stuff that ain't FAKE and ain't MADE UP.
WALNUT: I w--
LISA SHARP: No more, Walnut. The guns is mine. That is that.
WALNUT: But...But...

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HOVERTEXT: The second window is closed with no consideration for whether doing so potentially destroys an alternate reality containing all the characters we know and love but whatever it doesn't matter.
WALNUT: That ain't what God told me.
LISA SHARP: What God tell you.
WALNUT: I been talkin' to God all day an' stuff an' he been tellin' me he like my spaceboat idea and he think my buildins' is good and he wanna help me fly2sky.
LISA SHARP: IDIOT. This ain't God. It's a THING God used to send me a message.
HOVERTEXT: Sharp winds back her arm.
LISA SHARP: "Here come a freedom ball, Lisa Sharp. Catch!"
HOVERTEXT: She holds this position for some time.
WALNUT: Dats left it can talk to Gawd and I can make it talk I show you. Dog tell Lisa-Lisa dat her idea's scary and guns ain't s'post to shoot.
HOVERTEXT: No way! He's shy.

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WALNUT: ...Godkabob? Is you mad I ripped you apart after all and now you bein' dead?
LISA SHARP: Can't rip apart no rock. Idiot.
WALNUT: Rockypoo come back to life! Do I gots to cry in yous again? But my tears ain't grown back yet.

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HOVERTEXT: "Ask again later."
LISA SHARP: WHAT HE SAY.
WALNUT: "Ok I ready for askin' stuffs any times now just shoot (not wit gun.)"
LISA SHARP: The guns is for me, right God?
PLEASE SAY YES. AMEN. 
WALNUT: Goddie One Shoes let's put an end on dis once and for y'all, is the guns mine? One for yes green for no.

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HOVERTEXT: "...Sources tell me maybe."
LISA SHARP: WHAT HE SAY!!!
WALNUT: "The guns is belongin' to Walnut 'cause Walnut never lie and even though Walnut let you play with her stuff you ain't allowed to play with da guns 'cause pointin'em ain't allowed which you ain't supposed to do but maybe if you be nice and don't hit you can play with the guns some'a da time but dis ain't Walnut talkin' it's da ball. A man."
LISA SHARP: Aw maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan.
LISA SHARP: HEY!
HOVERTEXT: Siblicidal slapfight!

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HOVERTEXT: Sharp gestures her gun around unsafely.
LISA SHARP: Walnut THINK ABOUT IT. The people keepin' you a slave is the same ones keepin' me a slave. Keepin' Henrietta a slave. Keepin' Popsie a slave. Keepin' that STUPID Ole' Johnnyboy a slave.
LISA SHARP: When I free you, everybody gon' get freed. You still think GOIN' AGAINST GOD is FAIR?
WALNUT: Den I jus' put extra seats onside my ship.
HOVERTEXT: She points directly up the gun-hole.
LISA SHARP: The only way off'a this plantation is THROUGH HERE.
HOVERTEXT: ...Before her weak child arm gives out.
WALNUT: !
HOVERTEXT: Private Walnut-Minihead meeting. Now.
HOVERTEXT: "Lie."

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HOVERTEXT: Walnut affects the pensive.
WALNUT: You's right. Godrock did tells me to get da guns for yous--
HOVERTEXT: Sharp furiously points (a gun) at her sister.
LISA SHARP: HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
See how good it feel to tell the truth ya DUMB LIAR?
WALNUT: But he did tolds me to take 'em apart and dat ain't no lie!
HOVERTEXT: She eyes her gun inquisitively.
LISA SHARP: They kill better in pieces?
WALNUT: He want me to make you your own gun, Sharp Shootin' Shooty Lisa Da Shooter Da Gun~.
LISA SHARP: Gots a ring to it...
HOVERTEXT: Pictured: A giant gun made of guns.
LISA SHARP: Not bad for the first thing I ever owned!
WALNUT: Nope not bad it's good. Sharp Shooty'll be a special gun type gun 'cifically made for Overseer killin' and it'll work so good you only need one bullet and da bullet knows directions so you don't gots to look da right way when you pull the thingy an' you won't have to pull the thingy 'cause the thingy pulls itself when you think da words "chickensteak" and dats just the front'a'da box!
HOVERTEXT: Noogie!
LISA SHARP: FINALLY! You usin' you smarts for good! But it ain't the Overseer I'ma be killin'. Walnut, you remember Daddy?

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TEXT: BLAM-o
HOVERTEXT: BLAM-o

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HOVERTEXT: EXT. FLOODED SLAVE QUARTERS - MORNING
OVERSEER: BILLY•BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOB.
OVERSEER: WHERE ARE YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOU?
HOVERTEXT: Whatever human spectacle is about to take place here is silently observed from the cabins.
HOVERTEXT: The Overseer stops near a cabin where a bodyless angel hangs from the porch. There was a drive-by here, but the details barely matter to him now.
HOVERTEXT: He frees one hand transferring his gun to his bottle-hand, spilling booze all over his poor abused animal in the process.
HOVERTEXT: He then pulls out his sword in a very dangerous and unsafe manner…

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HOVERTEXT: ...and cuts the angel's flimsy, obviously pullable string. He catches it in his other hand…
HOVERTEXT: ...the one that was supposed to be holding the gun and the booze, but is not, because all of that stuff is in the water now.

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OVERSEER: Alas...poor Billy•bob. Yeah, I knew 'em. A coon o in•fin•ite jest, a most ex•cellent fancy. I hath borne him on my back a thousand, maybe...a thousand an' two times. And now my ima•gin•ation just don't cut it. My gorge r--
TEXT: BAAAARF
OVERSEER: --rises of it. Here hung he. Here he hung, here hung. He...hung... Those lips. I have kissed I know not even how oft. Where be your gibes now, Billy•bob?
OVERSEER: Your gambols?
OVERSEER: Your gongs? Your flashes of merr•i•ment what were wont to make the whole plan•ta•tion crack up an' split its sides? Not one now to mock your own grinnin' eh? Quite chap•fallen ehhhh? Now you get to your little girl•friends' cabins an give 'em a little bit o this; A heart that loves will have black fingers. Sure they'll think that's a laugh.
Prit•hee, Bi•lly, tell me just one thing before you go.
TEXT: BAAAARF
OVERSEER: - Shake•speare
HOVERTEXT: Confused clapping.

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-

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SOMEONE: Pat don't!
OVERSEER: ?

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OVERSEER: Stick 'em up!
Everybody get out here got•damn it. Bring your things. Now!

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HOVERTEXT: Knick-knacks abound.

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OVERSEER: Your "things". Peh. Things with things. Yippee.
OVERSEER: He give you this? No he didn't. It's mine!
HOVERTEXT: Behold! Billybob's incredible…
HOVERTEXT: ...uh.
OVERSEER: What it do?

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VICTIM 1: All th' weather's got…
[FLASH]
VICTIM 1: ...S'own song.

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HOVERTEXT: The two share a moment of delight over the beautiful tune.
HOVERTEXT: Nevermind, no they don't.
OVERSEER: Whah? ...Use•less ass junk got•dammit.

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OVERSEER: What else ya got?

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HOVERTEXT: Billybob's incredible Rocking Duck!

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HOVERTEXT: Pipe Smokin' Pipe!

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HOVERTEXT: Rubber Pencil.

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OVERSEER: This shit is use•less!
HOVERTEXT: Fortune Teller?
OVERSEER: De•void!

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OVERSEER: Of use!
GODHEAD: I like that one.

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HOVERTEXT: Incidental BLAMM-o
OVERSEER: That twasn't me.

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OVERSEER: ...What y'all doin' down there? Sun's up. Get up! Lazy neegs.

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OVERSEER: Some thanks I get. For every•thing I done for him... He ain't left me no•thing--but trouble.
OVERSEER: He su•pposed to make me the gun. The one that su•pposed to tell time and shit. Every got•damn mo•ther•fuckin' day with him. "I make it tomorrow! Oh I just gatherin' parts. Oh I busy pickin' today, oh I was sleep in the daisies yesterday, oh I was at the neigh•bor plant•ation to•mor•row, nigger nigger nigger, coon coon coon." Then I turn around and he's whipped up this!
HOVERTEXT: [Some invention]
OVERSEER: For you!
HOVERTEXT: [Some person]

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SOMEONE: W-wait! Turn, turn it! It make a new one every time...j-just for the person who use it, see?
OVERSEER: …
HOVERTEXT: Turn… turn… turn...

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[FLASH]

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HOVERTEXT: The egg contains…
HOVERTEXT: ...him!
OVERSEER: ...

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OVERSEER: Aw.
OVERSEER: Why you? Who in good God is you? You got a name? You don't got shit! You nothin', you don't do nothin' and you don't got nothin' and you won't never be nothin'!

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OVERSEER: Had I knew all it took was ab•so•lutely got•damn fu•ckin' no•thing to earn your aff•ect•ion then by the de•i•ties Billy•bob I never would'a RAISED YOUR GOT•DAMN CHILD•REN!!!

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OVERSEER: Got•DAMN it I need my big burlap sack. She took my big burlap sack, Billy! She took ev•ery•thing I ever looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooveeeeeeeddddddddd!!!

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PERSON 1: Come on Overseer, it's gon' be okay...We all miss Billy but you.
PERSON 1: You really gots to hold it together. I mean...Who gon' scare us into pickin' the cotton?

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HOVERTEXT: The Overseer vomits on Person 1's feet.

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PERSON 2: Yeah, yeah... There's no need for all that.
PERSON 2: ...So early in the mornin'.
PERSON 3: Ya'know how Peanut was...He was just...ya'know...The more he liked ya the less he could stand ya, ya'know?

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OVERSEER: Y'all think I...came on too strong?
WOMAN: A hurricane more delicate than you.
WOMAN: Why you really think Billybob ain't leave you with nothin'?

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HOVERTEXT: Bob-esque children cling to the speaker's legs.
WOMAN: Look at you! You a horrible bastard right down to the toenail and Billy wasn't known a fool. You think what you want 'bout his good manner toward ya but he could see the devil that you is and if it wasn't no accident he left he left 'cause of you.
HOVERTEXT: The Overseer stares at this woman.
HOVERTEXT: She stares back, everything but breaking.
HOVERTEXT: Well jeez. That really hurt his feelings.
HOVERTEXT: He just buries his face in his donkey's mane and cries hysterically some more.
HOVERTEXT: Then he shoots her.

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WALNUT: Three many boomies three many boomies...
LISA SHARP: Sounds like ya forgot to nab one.
...
Aw well! A sack full'a guns good enough for me!

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WALNUT: Walnut's daddy...? I dos 'member it.

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WALNUT: He taughts me all sorts of ways to fit in da human place dat is here while I stays in her self without gettin' caught like hows to talk to da people usin' nuthin' but a cup an' the special yum mud dat keep both Walnut an' the alien me inside growin' strong. He say he found me after he left baby Walnut in her special babysittin' walnut tree and all a sudden she was speakin' my very own talk, but dat okay 'cause he taught me what words humans like da most too like "a".
LISA SHARP: Psh. We knew you and him was best damn friends that ain't nothin' new.
WALNUT: See how trees gots long sticks stickin' off of 'em dat sticks up like da sticky part on stickbugs dats how I got in Walnut see? I told you dat? Yup yup Walnut's daddy was a real nice to take me under his armpit like dat when I didn't barely come from nowhere and stoled his daughter's arms n' legs but he knew I give it back so together we builted rollin' shoes and he showed me da best mosses for stickin' parts together and dere was da big balloon and the hat for listenin' to out-dere-space an' the slugrug an' the see-new-colors eyesglasses an' da fastpants an' da bird bubble bath an' da no-show scribbler an' da un-brella an' da talkin' cat an' da doorbell warmieser and dat spare sky we mades I think we still got dat.
LISA SHARP: WHATEVER!

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LISA SHARP: None of that matter now 'cause he got smashed in the head with a rock an' died.
WALNUT: Dat not good.
LISA SHARP: No it ain't. Do you 'member what got him?
WALNUT: ?
LISA SHARP: It was some kinda thing I ain't seen since! Like a man turned inside out. Or a skinned pig that just got up and started movin'. I ain't never seen a creature so ugly. So...scary. AND YOU KNOW I AIN'T SCARED OF NOTHIN'!!!
WALNUT: You Lisa Sharp ain't scared of even da dark!
LISA SHARP: Yeah. I ain't scared of NOTHIN'. But if I was scared of somethin' that'd make a good place to start.

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LISA SHARP: And If I had nightmares, they'd fit right in.
AND if there was somethin' so unsettlin' that I prayed every night to God since I was Walnut-sized that I'd never EVER see it again, then...uh... I WOULDN'T LIKE IT!
WALNUT: Pee-phew good thing you da opposite day of all dat den.
LISA SHARP: EXACTLY IT'S GREAT. Just try not to get too scared when I say this, Nut...
WALNUT: I's poopin'.
LISA SHARP: When I saw them things they was leavin' here. But I hear the other slaves talkin' about it sometimes. Seein' strangeee beings comin' in and out the BIG HOUSE.
WALNUT: O dat big BIG HOUSE dats dere for no reason dat nobody live in? Everybody always complain about no-space here when they could just take da inside of dat BIG HOUSE and put it inside they cabins to be da inside instead.
LISA SHARP: I didn't think nobody lived there neither! But the Overseer seen goin' in and out. And if you can believe anything the USELESS Negroes 'round here say...

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LISA SHARP: So does...them creatures.
LISA SHARP: Walnut, DO NOT BE SCARED.
WALNUT: Otay!
LISA SHARP: Normally all this pretty confusin' and kinda hurt my head to think about too long...
...
…
LISA SHARP: OH. But God's message made it all make sense!
WALNUT: Did da message say anything 'bout if it safe to eat frog meat?
LISA SHARP: The message said EVERYTHING.
WALNUT: Alltating?
LISA SHARP: EVERYTHING. I know it all. So if you gots any questions about stuff don't ask me 'cause I BUSY.
WALNUT: Ok what's mah middle name?
LISA SHARP: SHUT UP. LISTEN. The people that owns us?
LISA SHARP: ... And them terrible pink creatures?
LISA SHARP: ... Well ... I's the first ever to realize this ... So keep it HUSH ... That them and that ... Has got.
LISA SHARP: SOMETHIN' TO DO WITH EACH OTHER.

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WALNUT: The creatures is the owners?
LISA SHARP: WHAT?
LISA SHARP: AAAAH!!!
GIF: BLAM-o
WALNUT: Aaaaah!
WALNUT: Y'know Lisha I dinks dis planet gettin' a lil' over-saturnated with all da aliens dats keep showin' up.
LISA SHARP: HEY. HOLD ON. I DIDN'T THINK WE WAS OWNED BY FLESH MONSTERS. I THOUGHT THEY WAS JUST LIKE THEY PETS OR SOMETHIN'. THAT'S SCARY!!! THAT'S REALLY SCARY!!!
WALNUT: Don't bes a humblebee you knows everythings you can says it.
LISA SHARP: I DON'T WANNA KNOW SOMETHIN' LIKE THAT! IT'S TOO SCARY!
LISA SHARP: ... Bah! Shut up! It's just takin' a minute for me to remember everything God told me 'cause y'know. Everything is A LOT of stuff, Walnut!
WALNUT: It not dat much stuff.
LISA SHARP: Buuut uhhh...Now that you says it. Yeah. Yeah I guess that make sense.

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LISA SHARP: Now. WHEN I kills the Overseer--
WALNUT: You saids you wasn't gonna kills'em!
LISA SHARP: WHY WOULD I SAY THAT?
WALNUT: Why would she says dat?
HOVERTEXT: Uh huh. Got it.
WALNUT: Dramagic effect.
LISA SHARP: All it gon' take is a bullet through the head. Nothin' special. Nothin' crazy. 'Cause no matter how EVIL that man is,
HOVERTEXT: Overseer looking like a bitch.
LISA SHARP: He got a soul. You can tell from the way he a bitch.

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LISA SHARP: And stuffs that's what got souls can ALWAYS be killed, Walnut. LIFE LESSONS.
In fact I could kill that mother FUCKER right NOW.
WALNUT: Buuuuuuuuuuuut?
LISA SHARP: ... But nothin'? Yeah. I think I'll kill him. Sound like a good plan!
WALNUT: Lisa Starch I don't think you was done speechin' yet!
LISA SHARP: I was.
WALNUT: Nuh uh.
LISA SHARP: Uh huh.
WALNUT: Uh huh.
LISA SHARP: NUH UH!
WALNUT: Yup! You was on you way right out d'door!
HOVERTEXT: Imminent BLAMM-o.
LISA SHARP: NO I WAS NOT! Stop distractin' me from my speech you little IDIOT.
Unlike a normal Negro them monsters ain't got no soul. I could tell then and now.

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LISA SHARP: Walnut, God want you to make me a weapon to
KILL the UNKILLABLE.
Can you do it?
WALNUT: Yup sound doesable to me.
LISA SHARP: Then by the WRATH OF GOD, the guns is yours.
WALNUT: If I ever gets stuck I just ask God for da one-two step how-do.
HOVERTEXT: Walnut wink!
COWI: Are you teaching kids to lie again?

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HOVERTEXT: Walnut returns the gun to its big burlap sack.
WALNUT: I'ma just take the guns wit' me to my secret buildin' place where yous can'ts find mes or touch da guns no more or knows where they is otay?
LISA SHARP: GOOD PLAN.

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HOVERTEXT: RAISE.
LISA SHARP: Pretend there's two'a these and they both got they heads. FREEDOM.
OVERSEER: Any last got•damn knick•knacks I should know about?!

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HOVERTEXT: Bendy Straw!!!!!!

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OVERSEER: ...Yyyy…
HOVERTEXT: His target 'lands' on the broken ANGEL STATUE in Lisa's hands.
OVERSEER: ...ouuu broke it.

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LISA SHARP: Don...don't hurt W…
TEXT: B O N K

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OVERSEER: She a witch, Billy.
OVERSEER: A witch.

THE REST OF Y'ALL BEST BE ON THEM FIELDS BE•FORE I CAN SEE STRAIGHT!

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LISA SHARP: Yeah. You best be runnin'. Bitch. Mother fucker. Asshole. Piece of shit. Yeah.

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GODHEAD: I present to you: Sharp Shooting Shooty Lisa The Shooter The Gun~. We each put our best foot forward with this one didn't we?
COWI: It's totally cute, if a little girly.
GODHEAD: Girly?

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GODHEAD: Well I didn't hear you vetoing my contributions while she was buildin' the thing.
LISA SHARP: It's PERFECT.

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HOVERTEXT: EXT. GRAVEYARD ENTRANCE - SUNDAY MORNING
HOVERTEXT: SHARP
LISA SHARP: What it say here?
WALNUT: I'unno.

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LISA SHARP: BANG. You DEAD!
WALNUT: Ain't not!

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TEXT: DIIIIING!!

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LISA SHARP: We gots to go!

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HOVERTEXT: EXT. OUTSIDE OF CHURCH - SUNDAY MORNING

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HOVERTEXT: Two guys man the church bell. It's too nice an addition to this loosely built hush harbor. It kinda just makes the rest of the place look even shittier?
BELL GUY'S FRIEND: Y'know, if this hush house supposed to be, y'know, hush? Then what, y'know, we ringin' a big ass bell at the tip'a day for?
BELL GUY: Is we not allowed the simple pleasures of what little we do got?
BELL GUY'S FRIEND: Y'know.
Well said.

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HOVERTEXT: Four children fight over an off-color corn cob on the church steps.
HOVERTEXT: The one in current possession of the cob makes a run for it, inciting a chase.
HOVERTEXT: Lisa Sharp, very obviously concealing a firearm inside her flimsy muddied garment, pushes her way through the crowd. Walnut follows, again pregnant with Minihead.
LISA SHARP: Ugh! Sure be embarrassin' if we was late to church while God's rock hangin' out with us.
WALNUT: Dere's more where dis cames froms.

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LISA SHARP: Rauuugh!!! Stupids!
KID: You dress ugly.
LISA SHARP: I HATE YOU!

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KID: I's tellin'! You ain't supposed to play in the mud in you Sunday best!
HOVERTEXT: Sharp pulls a gun on the kid.

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WALNUT: Lisa's Arc!
WALNUT: It supposed to be a Lisecret!!
HOVERTEXT: Sharp reconceales her gun.
LISA SHARP: You ain't tellin' nobody PUNK.
HOVERTEXT: Sent crying home to mama.
HOVERTEXT: No not the cat grin NO
LISA SHARP: I's a natural at this revolutionin'.
WALNUT: Secret.

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LISA SHARP: Make sure you pays SUPER EXTRA ATTENTION in church today Walnut.
WALNUT: I always pays attention I'ont want its goons comin' afters me nope ain't doin' dat one agains.
LISA SHARP: LIAR!

But that's okay lil' Walnut.
LISA SHARP: Today's like all the days you AIN'T PAY ATTENTION to the holy scripture smashed all up into ONE BIG DAY. So pay attention an' banish your sins, OKAY?! Good Walnut.
HOVERTEXT: SRITCH SCRATCH
WALNUT: Now can I's eat more mud?
LISA SHARP: . . .
Nutty, you can eat aaaall the mud you waaaOOOH GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMN IT.
WALNUT: ?

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HOVERTEXT: It's the plantation moms.
LISA SHARP: It the PLANTATION MOMS.
HOVERTEXT: They're blocking the door.
LISA SHARP: THEY BLOCKIN' THE DOOR. NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!

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HOVERTEXT: The first has some sort of bustling mechanism sticking out of her bust, which doesn't necessarily say anything about her personality, but to be burdened with such a harrowing condition and still wear as warm a smile, this woman must have a pretty FAIR outlook.
FAIR WANDA: All the food ruined. 'Least I got to tell that dumb nigga what for. Right down to the toenail I say.
HOVERTEXT: The second stands beneath the cross, crossed arms, cross attitude, as if to let God Himself know He's not that big a deal. She must be MEAN.
MEAN MISSI: Get his raggedy ass, Wanda. 'Bout time.
HOVERTEXT: The last one, she looks kinda DUMB.
DUMB-O DEB: She should'a gone lower if you ask me, Missi.
FAIR WANDA: What, Deb, exactly lower than a toenail?
DUMB-O DEB: A toe.

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WANDA'S KID: Mama I don't feel good.
FAIR WANDA: Great day in the morning what happen to my child!
FAIR WANDA: I told you not to be eatin' outta that floodwater.
WANDA'S KID: I hungry mama.
FAIR WANDA: Go lay under the tree in the shade baby. You dream about some good food and wake up full.

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LISA SHARP: If the moms see us we ain't NEVER gettin' in that church. AND THEN WE DIE. UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGHHHHHHHHHHHH. Walnut, get down.

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COWI: Operation Bleiffel Tower: The girls start an army crawl for between the plantation moms' legs. Will they be able to covertly make it to 'church' propelled by your left arrow key alone? And what the heck is a 'mom'?
[FLASH GAME]

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COWI: Oh poop. They got tangled up~. 19th century Earth women don't exactly invite you into the space between their legs.
GODHEAD: Really CoWi? Really?
HOVERTEXT: Don't look down.
FAIR WANDA: Walnut!

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HOVERTEXT: Miss Fair lifts Walnut all the way in the air.
WALNUT: Weeeee!
LISA SHARP: DAMMIT WALNUT.
HOVERTEXT: This gesture is evidently straining with whatever chest situation this woman has going on.
FAIR WANDA: Whoof.
LISA SHARP: OW?
FAIR WANDA: Girl you gain weight?! Good for you.
WALNUT: Walnut expectin'.

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FAIR WANDA: Can't pick up ya youngins' like I used to. But otherwise, this MECHANICAL HEART ya built me is a reaaaaaaaaaa...aaa...a...a...l...
TEXT: The whirring and pulsing and crunching in her chest comes to a sudden stop.
TEXT: She dies.
TEXT: It starts back up again. Life goes on.
FAIR WANDA: ...Life saver.
WALNUT: Just doeszing my job miss. Take away 'nuf parts from lots and you still got lots'a parts left.
MEAN MISSI: I won't never get used to that hexed ass nonsense. Billybob ain't used to make stuff like that. That shit some devil shit.
FAIR WANDA: Uh huh, well, Billybob only make funny shit that don't do anything.
DUMB-O DEB: Ain't true. He make the thingie-ma-jigger I straighten my hair with.
FAIR WANDA: That's more a testament to your smarts, D.
FAIR WANDA: But this here thing, this here girl? Save my life! Really truly, I got shot in the heart. What you--what part is you missin' here?
MEAN MISSI: I don't trust like that.
DUMB-O DEB: Sighhhhhh...Billyyyboooob....
FAIR WANDA: Billyyyboooooooob....
MEAN MISSI: Billyyyyyyboooooooob....
TEXT: The moms hop on and ride the high of that sweet, sexy namesake all the way to skyworld. Meanwhile, Billybob's daughters sit (one still trouncing the other) dumbfounded.
TEXT: Here we have the opening to the exact extraneous bullshit Lisa Sharp wanted to avoid on her way to WORSHIP GOD. Let her roar contemptuously to sell this point.
LISA SHARP: UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH GROSS.
DUMB-O DEB: Billy ain't gross! He was all cuuuuuuuuuute and niiiiiiiiiiice.
MEAN MISSI: That is puttin' it in chile-friendly terms. With all the whatnot and suchforth happenin' between pickin', you couldn't tell whether this MASTER'S plantation or Billy's.
MEAN MISSI: That is puttin' it in chile-friendly terms. With all the whatnot and suchforth happenin' between pickin', you couldn't tell whether this MASTER'S plantation or Billy's.
LISA SHARP: Master?
FAIR WANDA: Oh please Missi. Not in God's house.
DUMB-O DEB: We ain't in God's house. We standin' outside it. He can't hear us here we can says whatever we want.
DUMB-O DEB: Boobies!!!
MEAN MISSI: Uh huh He better hope He ain't hear what I 'bout to say--
FAIR WANDA: Girls. Go play with your lil' brooooooooooooo...
TEXT: Wait it out.
FAIR WANDA: ...thers and sisters.
TEXT: Walnut and Lisa look at each other curiously.
WALNUT: I am playin' wit' mah brothers and sisters look at it look! Boopboopboopboopboopboopboop 
TEXT: Walnut starts poking Lisa in the face at warp speeds.
LISA SHARP: RAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH STOP IT WHAT YOU TALKING ABOUT WE AIN'T GOT NO BROTHERS AND SISTERS!!! 
FAIR WANDA: Ahem.
FAIR WANDA: Your half brothers and sisters, gals.
LISA SHARP: Oh.
LISA SHARP: NO! I HATE THEM!!!
FAIR WANDA: Hey now, them's my kids.
MEAN MISSI: And mine.
DUMB-O DEB: Think some of 'em came out me too.
LISA SHARP: I HATE THEM I HATE THEM I HATE THEM I HATE THEM I HATE THEM I HATE THEM
FAIR WANDA: Now Lisa Sharp stop pitchin' a duck fit outside the Lord's house.
LISA SHARP: YOU AIN'T MY MAMA!
FAIR WANDA: !
TEXT: Wanda dies again.
WALNUT: Aw comes on Lisa Snop you didn't has to kilt her
MEAN MISSI: Really is a shame what happen to the girls' mama.
TEXT: The girls turn bewildered, as if they just popped out of existence and it was regarded as a natural exit by the adults.
DUMB-O DEB: Awwwww. That's what we call a local tragedy 'round here.
DUMB-O DEB: Ummmm? What did happen?
MEAN MISSI: Who knows. Hear it was somethin' to do with this and that.
DUMB-O DEB: And the other?
MEAN MISSI: 'Specially.
DUMB-O DEB: Gasp! That's so unbelievably terrible!
MEAN MISSI: Uh huh. Good thing we didn't know her.
DUMB-O DEB: But we know everyone!
MEAN MISSI: I know! This bitch come outta thin air?
DUMB-O DEB: I always hear she fell out the sky.
WALNUT: Da sky?
MEAN MISSI: Think you mean a real tall tree.
DUMB-O DEB: The sayin' goes!
MEAN MISSI: You got it all wrong. She fell out a tree when she was pregnant, after that she disappeared in a lake.
DUMB-O DEB: Yeah but she was just takin' a bath Missi. Don't be dumb.
MEAN MISSI: Shut up! I ain't even believe that rumor. I believe the one that say she got flown away by a giant bird.
DUMB-O DEB: That's my favorite one!
MEAN MISSI: If only we could just ask Billy what happened.
MEAN MISSI: ...
MEAN MISSI: Hey girls, what happen to your dead mama?
LISA SHARP: HELLO?
TEXT: The women presently alive pout sympathetically past the girls.
MEAN MISSI: We think we got it bad. Just look at 'em. Ain't got nobody to figuratively whip they behinds into shape.
DUMB-O DEB: Poor orphans.
DUMB-O DEB: I got parents.
TEXT: Wanda wakes up with a couple a jolts.
FAIR WANDA: What's goin' on?
WALNUT: We orphans.
FAIR WANDA: I die for two seconds and y'all...!?
FAIR WANDA: (You hedge hoes know we ain't supposed to tell the girls they mama's alive somewhere and just ain't bothered to claim 'em!
FAIR WANDA: Or rather, somehow went TO the bother of not claimin' 'em. That's the sorta thing we do not bring up period.)
TEXT: Walnut and Lisa stand there orphanly.
TEXT: Deb and Missi look at each other.
DEB & MISSI: Oooooooooooooooooooooooh.
MEAN MISSI: Uh uh, don't look at me! They ain't look a drop like this pretty face.
DUMB-O DEB: Ummmmm ummmm ummmm I don't 'member givin' birth to 'em...?
TEXT: Deb momentarily retreats to Debonia to take count of her children.
DUMB-O DEB: On..tw...thr...f...
FAIR WANDA: Tch. What it matter to 'em now? They grown.
FAIR WANDA: And like it said, it take a plantation.
TEXT: Another warm smile. With Sharp turned away, Walnut will have to soak up that sunlight for the both of 'em.
MEAN MISSI: With Billy 'round sure did.
DUMB-O DEB: Yeah! We could share Billy, we can share his kids!
FAIR WANDA: What you say, girls? Want three new crazy mamas?
LISA SHARP: NO.
WALNUT: Four or we walks.
MEAN MISSI: Three mamas? That the sorta thing we sayin' in God's house now?
FAIR WANDA: We standin' outside it, 'member? Plus. Ain't you remember who we shared Bobby with?
MEAN MISSI: Wha? Uh uh. You Know Who the only one who got into all that. Billy ain't get into all that.
FAIR WANDA: Oh please. They both got into it. Often with each other.
MEAN MISSI: Ew!
FAIR WANDA: That man Billybob was different. You'd skip church on a Sunday to see him no matter what you hidin' under the apron.
TEXT: Wanda covers her embarrassed smile knowing she let her filter slip.
DUMB-O DEB: Oh! Oh! We talkin' 'bout DICK RIVER?
FAIR WANDA: No?
DUMB-O DEB: Legend say a SHADOW pitch as tar, mute as the dead and eyes bloody as the very RED RIVER it crawl out of appear every night behind the tower.
DUMB-O DEB: If some poor nigga walkin' along the river the SHADOW pull him in without a sound and make him part of the beast with two backs.
DUMB-O DEB: You know, SEX!
DUMB-O DEB: But if that nigga don't want his bread buttered by a black ass sea man and try and run away?
DUMB-O DEB: That poor fool lucky if they find him in no more than three chunks.
DUMB-O DEB: And if he do return to the CABINS, he return alone. His ding dong DICK stay in that RED RIVER.
DUMB-O DEB: With each nigga's stolen thingie the RED RIVER run REDDER and REDDER.
MEAN MISSI: Explain why can't no nigga 'round here lay it down for shit.
FAIR WANDA: Debra why is you tellin' this story in front of the babies? It's disturbin'!
WALNUT: An' dats da story of how all da butter went missin'. A sad yet true.
DUMB-O DEB: Oop sorry! The sequel much brighter.
DUMB-O DEB: Have y'all heard of the LEGEND O' BILLYBOB OVERCOMER O' DICK RIVER?
DUMB-O DEB: Legend say Billybob the only nigga to ever come back from that RED RIVER in one piece!
MEAN MISSI: I can attest to that.
FAIR WANDA: (Sigh.)
FAIR WANDA: Me too.
DUMB-O DEB: An' not only, but since then the SHADOW ain't claim no more unmentionables and the RIVER ain't run no REDDER.
DUMB-O DEB: That's 'cause the night Billybob pass by the river, that deep black shadow jump out. But Billybob don't try and run away.
DUMB-O DEB: The SHADOW fall deep in LOVE with him. And I guess bein' the pacifist he be, Billybob kinda fond of it back.
DUMB-O DEB: So long as Billy return every night to his nightmare beast lover, that demon leave everybody else's plug tail alone.
DUMB-O DEB: That's how Billy saved all the plantation's doodles!
MEAN MISSI: Stop it!!!
MEAN MISSI: Billybob didn't get into all that! He'd never go with a demon or a shadow or a nigga or whatever in God's holy unholy bell book and candle you croakin' about you toadwench!
MEAN MISSI: How dare you speak of Billy like that--when he ain't even here!
FAIR WANDA: Mississippi calm down.
FAIR WANDA: And please... "Can't no nigga lay" my fat rear end. If I didn't know better I'd say YOU was gettin' "into it".
MEAN MISSI: How 'bout this? I ain't never gettin' into it with you again if you keep talkin' that talk. Mkay?
DUMB-O DEB: Yeah! Someone start talkin' some talk 'round here! I don't get anything!
FAIR WANDA: Oooh someone don't wanna warm my haystack no more. Hey D, you wanna sleep in my cabin, help raise my babies, fix up my rags and borrow my drawers?
DUMB-O DEB: Naw that's okay I already borrowin' Missi's.
FAIR WANDA: Well I sure if I ask Mama Lady, Ezzy, Bubby or even some'a them mamas from the neighborin' plantation Yawny, Diddy May, Bunny or Kitty they'd be enthusiastic to replace my Miss Missi.
MEAN MISSI: Wait wait just wait a second woman! I ain't say nothin' wrong with the way we run this community.
MEAN MISSI: Defendin' Billybob is all I was doin'...
FAIR WANDA: Billybob ain't need no defendin'. He perfect just the way he was.
TEXT: A surprising moment of silence.
FAIR WANDA: Hum. Church startin.
FAIR WANDA: Well girls. Offer still stands if ya need anything.
MEAN MISSI: The hell it do. Shit. I don't need no more kids. I take care enough. I take care just about everything 'round here.
DUMB-O DEB: She very engulfed in her work. She never make no time for me...
FAIR WANDA: Uhh huhh...
FAIR WANDA: Ah. Walnut,
TEXT: Wanda bends down and whispers to Walnut.
FAIR WANDA: I save you a special treat for all your kind doings. After church, come 'round the cookhouse and I give it to ya.
LISA SHARP: HEY. Do I gets a treat?
WALNUT: You can has mine Lise And Carp!
LISA SHARP: RAAAAAAAAAAAAUGHHHHHHHHHH Y'ALL PEOPLE AIN'T NEVER GIVE ME NOOOTHINGGGG!!!
FAIR WANDA: Not with that attitude. You calm right down and maybe I think about givin' you a treat when you fifteen.
LISA SHARP: With GOD on MY SIDE I won't be seein' your UGLY FACE by then!
FAIR WANDA: What you mean by that!
LISA SHARP: UHHHHHHM DEFINITELY NOT THAT I'S PLANNING A SECRET REVOLUTION-- 
TEXT: Sharp grasps the gun in her dress. No, they can't know!
MEAN MISSI: She mean that yo humpty dumpty heart gon' give out and you gon' fall dead much before you see next summer baby.
LISA SHARP: Yes! HA HA. DEAD LADY!
FAIR WANDA: Brother...You two could be related.
MEAN MISSI & LISA SHARP: No!
TEXT: Walnut tugs Wanda's dress.
WALNUT: Don't listens to 'ems not-my-mommy dis heart real good it last a year and a whole HALF!
FAIR WANDA: Ah...Thanks, lil' Walnut...

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BELL GUY'S FRIEND: Now this just a gross abuse of power.
LISA SHARP: CHURCH TIME EVERYBODY GET OUT MY WAY AND DIE FOREVER BYE.

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WALNUT: Owchowchredredhothot!
HOVERTEXT: Walnut sticks her head inside her dress. Minihead is...blushing.
WALNUT: What wrong?
MINIHEAD: Billybob, Walnut's dad? Was he…
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GODHEAD: ...Truly the exquisite player all suggest he was...?
COWI: CUT.

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HOVERTEXT: WHACK.
LISA SHARP: Pay the hell attention.
WALNUT: Otay.

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PRIEST:
"And the Lord spake unto Moses, saying, When Pharaoh shall speak unto you asking for a miracle: Take thy rod, And cast it before Pharaoh, And it shall become a serpent. A what, spake Moses. A snake, spake the Lord. Oh, spake Moses."
PRIEST: Ahem.

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PRIEST:
"Moses went in unto Pharaoh, and did so as the Lord had commanded. And the Pharaoh absolutely hated snakes, had his whole life, so that 'didn'teth' work. The Pharaoh's heart hardened in apparent correlation to the snakes, but actually it had more to do with his fat intake?!

And the Lord said unto Moses, Pharaoh's heart is hardened, He refuseth to let the people go. For a guy who's allknowing, Think you could have warned me this snake 'shenanigan' wasn't going to work sooner? The Lord spake again unto Moses, A wise man once told me, It is the journey, Not the destination. Moses tooketh note: Where the biblical reference is this guy's voice coming from?"
Why I never...!
"A FEW DAYS LATER...?

Thus saith the Lord, Go unto Pharaoh, And say unto him, Let my people go, That they may serve me. Any more forms of 'said' I should know about, 'commentedethed' Moses. The Lord striketh upon him a minor bolt of electrocution. And if thou refuse to let them go, Behold, I will smite all thy borders with frogs, No, Rats, No, Frogs waseth better...

The Pharaoh said unto Moses, Let me talk to the Lord mineself for a second. Lord of Mine Slaves, Greetings, Just a few things. And so Moses stepeth outeth and giveth them their space...? And when Moses returned, a little 'arrangement' had been set into place. Thus 'saideth' the Pharaoh, The Lord hath decided to let up on the freedom ordeal if we build Him a monument on TOP of the Sphinx. What the Hell,
(gasp)
'utterized' Moses. And the Lord 'repleith', He made some points, I was the one who invented slavery?! Now go bestoweth the news upon your people that I have thus changethed my mind. They are going to hate me for this, said Moses.

And Moses concluded upon his 'guys', If you were to really think about it, Slavery 'ain't' so bad after all. And the Lord smiled down upon them, and his white skin glistened, blessing 'they' unpaid souls forever?!"

"A • MEN"?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
HOVERTEXT: SLAM.
HOVERTEXT: DROP.
CONGREGATION: Amen.
LISA SHARP: Amen.
WALNUT: Gazuntite.
HOVERTEXT: SLAP.

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PRIEST: 'Amen'?
'Amen'?
PRIEST: Has the fine congregation of this esteemed parish gathered here today to tell me some kind of a humorous 'joke?'
BELL GUY'S FRIEND: ...Look like it, yeah.

Sorry Pastor. This happen a lot; The Overseer's the church keeper, only Bibles we gots to work with come from his personal li--library. That word always get me. Library.
PRIEST: Your Overseer? What kind of man could your 'Overseer' possibly be? Is he present?
BELL GUY'S FRIEND: He don't come to church.
MEAN MISSI: Praise the Lord!
PRIEST: Blasphemy! What happened to the great MINISTER'S son? Was he not left to tend the church as I was told?
MEAN MISSI: He was.
PRIEST: I...
HOVERTEXT: The Priest looks like a man who was kissed by the devil--and liked it.

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PRIEST: You should know your church has quite the reputation within the ASSOCIATION. Its tie with the late and great MINISTER affords it such credence. I myself was...partial to come see it.
BELL GUY: Don't be shy! Our bell is A-MA-ZIN'. You would not believe the story 'hind it.

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PRIEST: Making the matter of its decay,
PRIEST: Disappointing.
MEAN MISSI: Alright Duke of Limbs don't preach to us now.
PRIEST: Yes, I now see why so many priests refuse to come back.

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PRIEST: Does your 'Overseer' perchance carry an unabridged King James Bible in his,

'Collection', so that we may resume service?
PRIEST: Ah.
PRIEST: At last.
TEXT: KORAN,

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PRIEST: Blasphemy! What devilish tongue is this?

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PRIEST: Blasphemy!

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PRIEST: Bbbbbbbblasphemy!

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PRIEST: Blasphemy, blasphemy, BLASPHEMY!
DUMB-O DEB: Overseer tell us we need to 'expand our hor•izons', but I'unno how readin' books help you gain weight.

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TEXT: JUST A FEW MORE MINUTES, JOHN. JUST A FEW MORE MINUTES AND U NEVER HAVE TO COME BACK...
PRIEST: I will....

Have to put in a request with the Association to refurnish your church.
PRIEST: No matter. An extended homily is in order..

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LISA SHARP: WUH. He readin' the Bible yet?!
LISA SHARP: PAY ATTENTION.

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PRIEST: The true story of Exodus is one of inadvertent...Rather, innate duty. The 'chosen one' Moses was but in spite of himself a regular man,
LISA SHARP: (Mhm. Mhm. Yep.)
PRIEST: Like you or I. For any one of us could have been the infant sent adrift the river in that basket,
LISA SHARP: (WHAT! THIS GUY DON'T KNOW THE BIBLE AT ALL!)
LISA SHARP: (You hearin' this Walnut? Moses couldn'ta been ANY of these toad eaters. Just look at 'em. Anyone here look Chosed to you?)
WALNUT: (Mmmmmmh I choosedses dat one.)
LISA SHARP: (NO!)

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LISA SHARP: (God chosed Moses because he had MUSCLES and could FLY.)
LISA SHARP: (You know he also shoot his eye out?)
WALNUT: (Ooooh.)
LISA SHARP: (See Walnut, all these corny Negroes think they believe in God good enough they get superpowers. WRONG. Only REAL special people like ME and MOSES get powers.)
LISA SHARP: (ONE: 'Cause we AWESOME.)
LISA SHARP: (TWO: 'Cause God like us better than everybody.)
LISA SHARP: (And FOUR: You need real big muscles to open the door to the PROMISED LAND.)
WALNUT: (Promise land? Hmmm dats five minutes away from Skyworld by beetle.)

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LISA SHARP: (The PROMISED LAND actually a lot like your fake made up liary not real stupidworld, stupid. It got clouds, there enough food to eat and it never too hot in the day or cold in the night. Walnut they got BLANKETS up there. Sound too good to be true, RIGHT?)
WALNUT: (Does you get the souper gooper befores or afters your threed feather grow in?)
LISA SHARP: (You can get your stupid gooper whenever you want! It's the PROMISED LAND.)
WALNUT: (In Skyworld you gets em after you can dos swirlies but we can go sees the promise palace on the ways dere. I'lls fly us dere!)
WALNUT: (Jusht gimmeee dat stick and every mosquito.)
LISA SHARP: (NO! The stupid old Egipps slaves couldn't reach the PROMISED LAND without Moses' muscles, Walnut. They probably was headin' straight for HELL by mistake, the stupids.)
WALNUT: (Did dey forget to bring they shadows 'cus thems really goods at givin' directions.)
LISA SHARP: (If I ain't the one who take us there who know what you'll find a way to mess up.)

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WALNUT: (So is the rumors true did Moe Said he really did hads to open every door to find da prom?)
LISA SHARP: (Mhm. He PUNCHED open every door 'til the PROMISED LAND was HIS. One'a God's tests was puttin' it in a place where nobody would think to find it 'cept for only the RIPPEDEST Chosen Ones.)
WALNUT: (Even da door to da poo hole?)
LISA SHARP: (Yup.)
WALNUT: (Even da door to da cooky?)
LISA SHARP: (Yup.)
WALNUT: (Even da door to Bebe cabin?)
LISA SHARP: (Ummm, probably. No, DEFINITELY.)
WALNUT: (Even da door to Johnny cabin?)
LISA SHARP: (Yes yes YES.)
WALNUT: (Even da door to Wanda cabin?)
LISA SHARP: (Ughhh YES!)
WALNUT: (Even da door to da mouse's house inside'a Wanda cabin?)
LISA SHARP: (This IS a lotta doors... UGH God, You make this take forever. But it not like Moses had to open, y'know, like EVERY door himself. He only touch the IMPORTANT ones. The ones with knobs. Hinges.)
WALNUT: (Oh oh Mosedses use his door openy spiders five five five machine to open most'a'da'doors I knews it was da way.)
LISA SHARP: (He had guys to do those things FOR him, Walnut.)
WALNUT: (Moseys had a Walnut too?)
LISA SHARP: (He may of had muscles, but it took somethin' MORE than muscles (I ain't wanna believe it myself) to do ALL God's work in its allness.)
PRIEST: [...] It took sacrifice.

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[FLASH]
PRIEST: Sacrifice.
		We will bathe in blood,
		We will breathe flies,
		Darkness will swallow us whole and we will be blind.
		God stained the earth red to punish the Pharaoh for keeping His people captive,
		But realize it was the slave who endured the Plagues by his master's side.
		And when he left his master's side to bathe in Milk and drink Honey,
		He left behind him the punished earth we dwell today.
		Brothers and Sisters, as Christians we must obey Him.
		We will serve our 400 if He asks.
		But keep faith that He will deliver us.
		A numbing, deafening light will flood the earth and wash us away,
		And we will be released from sin, 
		And past things will be forgotten, 
		And the flesh will be undone,
		And we will be delivered to our eternal new earth.
		
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PRIEST: So do not be restless my Brothers and Sisters,
Simply... wait.
Amen.
CONGREGATION: Amen.

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PRIEST: Step up for announcements.
NO FOOT JONES: The rumors 'round the giant frog from the swamp have been,
NO FOOT JONES: (Sigh)
NO FOOT JONES: Unfortunately confirmed. We ain't exactly know what to do yet.

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TEXT: TRIP
PINKY: Oh my goodness gracious are you alright, ah...?
NO FOOT JONES: No Foot Jones.
PINKY: Sir No Foot Jones. I'm PINKY.
Let's get you on your foot.

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PINKY: 'Ello.
PINKY: Hello!

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PINKY: It is awful difficult to teach the children how to read using only, um, the Bibble and…
PINKY: Another Bibble.
LISA SHARP: READIN'S STUPID!
PINKY: Please do not heckle me...

I would like to request one of the house servants to please kindly bring some new books from the Big House, if possible, please.

If you cannot decide which ones to request from the masters' library, then I suggest, for example, hits like…
PINKY: Sense and Sensibility, Persuasion, Northanger Abbey,
PINKY: Mansfield Park,
PINKY: Pride and Prejudice, oh how I miss reading you so.
PINKY: Ah...! I mean, how the children will love reading it...so.
WANDA: The house servants don't come down here.
DEB: Newwwwbie!
PINKY: Oh...!
PINKY: Then...Have a nice day anyways. Thank y'all for listening. Really.

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TEXT: POOF
TEXT: REACH
TEXT: PULL

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LISA SHARP: EVERYBODY GET DOWN!

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WANDA: LAWD the child got a gun!

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TEXT: HUMAN SHIELD

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TEXT: PUFF

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TEXT: ?
WANDA: Wait a second. That ain't no gun. What...what is that?

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TEXT: Actually not something anyone from the 19th century would recognize. 
PRIEST: What kind of a church is this?!

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BELL GUY: Y'all...
BELL GUY: Church over.
LISA SHARP: HEY! Where you stupids goin'?! Ain't you see my GUN?
WANDA: That toy got Billybob written all over it, girl. And I don't care if the creek do rise, you grounded 'til the Third Coming of Jesus Christ praise be his name.
LISA SHARP: Get back! This a DEADLY KILLIN' GUN. I-I shoot you!
WANDA: Billybob ain't never make no toy that kill people. Foolish.
LISA SHARP: NO! I says I want a GUN. And that what WALNUT build me.

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WANDA: Walnut?
TEXT: ATTENTION

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HOVERTEXT: The balloons. 
HOVERTEXT: The prosthetic foot.
HOVERTEXT: The electric rock. The catapult. The propeller.

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HOVERTEXT: The stopping heart.
WANDA: Walnut build you a gun?

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PRIEST: Your plantation has clearly, somehow, fallen in the Lord's blindspot. I, I am leaving this place--!

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TEXT: BLAM-o
LISA SHARP: You ain't going NOWHERE. After what you seen, you stayin' here for a LONG. LONG. TIME.
BITCH.
LISA SHARP: Now youse gettin' it. I IS DANGEROUS.

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LISA SHARP: I so dangerous I shoot my own eye out. Uh huh!
LISA SHARP: I dids it.
ME.
Not no eensty ansty Overseer, ME.
LISA SHARP: ...No thanks for askin'.

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[FLASH]
LISA SHARP: HA...HAAA.

Everybody 'round here sure do lots of talkin'. Well guess what. It MY turn to talk. And you ain't gonna say NOTHING! TRY IT! SAY SOMETHING. I, DARE, YOU. AIN'T YOU SEE WALNUT BUILD THIS THING TO KILL?

This great. I never gots the chance before to says whatever on my mind. Hm... Air real dry today... WHAT? Y'all might think my head empty but I got LOTS of things to says. So start LISTENIN'.

WHY DOES YOU HATE ME?

You give me less food than them other kids! Yeah! I notice! You make me sleep in that cold cabin by myself...Why?

WATCH and WAIT. I ain't learn a lot on this USELESS plantation, but I learn that. WATCH. Bess ain't gettin' enough food for her baby... Wait for it come out dead. WATCH. Tinly 'scape off into the forest! Wait 'til you find her 10 feet off the ground. Watch the sun shine off your black bloody palms and wait for 'em to dry. Then for some reason...everybody turn, to watch me. No! Don't look at me! I don't wanna die! Why everybody lookin' at me? What I DO?

No. YOU the useless ones. YOU the weak ones. I the one who SURVIVED when ain't nobody thought I could! I hated you for waitin'...But I don't hate you no more. 'Cause after all you waitin' God finally send someone to save you. LOOK AT ME. God put this gun in MY hand as proof that HE need ME. YOUR SAVIOR.

No more waitin'. This how the REVOLUTION gonna go.

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LISA SHARP: Disobey and die. Snitch and die. Refuse freedom and DIE.

I march into that Big House with this gun and end it ALL. Then Walnut will be FREE to leave this terrible place, you terrible people, for good.

What you do after is up to y'all, 'cause I won't be there to help you. May God protect you. And may you stupid coons let Him.

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TEXT: PLAYER 1 START !!
LISA SHARP: JAYJAY.
HOVERTEXT: JAYJAY; An upstanding and impressionable runt, younger than Sharp, putting on his best cheek to cheek grin in an attempt to avert her eyes from his soiled pants.
JAYJAY: M-M-Miss Lisa Sharp?

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HOVERTEXT: EXT. COTTON FIELDS - DAWN
JAYJAY: Hummmmmin' Hymn~

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HOVERTEXT: JAYJAY; So happily he reaches at the cotton
HOVERTEXT: that it compels him to jump for joy. PLUCK!

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HOVERTEXT: That's the only way he can reach the plant, after all.

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OVERSEER: Get a move on, sleepyheads! Your present gon' be here soon.

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EXT: OLD DIRT ROAD - SUNRISE(CONT.)

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OVERSEER: A liii•ttle to the right. Now left. More left. Left, left, left, right, left. Right! Leeeeeeft. Back. Up. I said a 'li•ttle', Je•SUS! Right there--NO! There.
OVERSEER: Per•fect•o.

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HOVERTEXT: The Overseer pulls his GOLDEN HOOK off his donkey.
HOVERTEXT:  He raises it above the movers like he's going to pay them in brain injuries.
BELL GUY & BELL GUY'S FRIEND:
OVERSEER NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

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GODHEAD: What's this? This planet has a free blinfinite energybluematizer?
OVERSEER: Gather 'round Negroes and Negrettes. Iiiiiiiiiiit's weighin' time!
COWI: On this planet that's just something called a 'cotton scale'.
EVERBODAY:
OVERSEER NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

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GODHEAD: Heh heh. Ever the primitive planet...
So how does it work?
OVERSEER: Hope the change o' scenery help wake ya up from the all nighter. I know y'all love my sur•prises so I won't keep ya waitin'.

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OVERSEER: Today--
HOVERTEXT: A WAGON rolls up in the distance.
OVERSEER: Just in time! We got new cargo comin' in and she aaaaaall the way from Eu•rope. Anybody know Eu•rope? ...Anybody?
OVERSEER: The nig•nor•amus nine. There ain't really nine of ya, not that any a•mong you could veri•fy.

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COWI: To work the cotton scale you must achieve balance~! First, place the OBJECT YOU WANT TO MEASURE on the SHORT SIDE OF THE SCALE.
TEXT: TUTORIAL!
OVERSEER: We should expect the new im•port to roll in a•ny minute now. An' you know how I like to give a good Overseer Welcome. We gots to show this uppity Eu•ro•pean what we got!

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COWI: Then, place the 'P' WEIGHT on the LONG SIDE of the scale.
COWI: If the SCALE balances out, then the VALUE the 'P' rests on is the WEIGHT of the OBJECT on the SHORT END.

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OVERSEER: That A•merica is a ci•vi•lized so•cie--
OVERSEER: --ty.
COWI: But if the scale is imbalanced...
OVERSEER:Not as pa•tri•otic as I'd hoped.
COWI: Then you place the 'P' over again until it's level~!
GODHEAD: Your emphasis is all over the place...

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OVERSEER: I do con•fess I am a man of...some pride. I know, I know.
OVERSEER: So if y'all em•barrass me in front of this Eu•ro•pean--even if she is black as the inside o' my boot...or me, for that matter--

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TEXT:BLAM-O
OVERSEER: Tu•tan•khamun gonna be comin' back in style.

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LISA SHARP: DAMN IT WALNUT. It BAD enough we gots to share a bag, but we somehow pick WORSE when we work together. WHERE ALL OUR COTTON?
WALNUT: I's got offtrackted makin' a peace-agree tos twos mosquitoos so they stoppin' stealin' my shares of da red paint out the inside'a people 'cause red's da fastest color sos I needs it for mah--
LISA SHARP: SHUT UP.
GEORGE: Jayjay, hasn't anyone never told you that kids only gots to pick twice they weight in cotton? In addendum, hasn't anyone never told you you the smallest on this here plantation?
JAYJAY: Sir, I just eager to get back on the field and really put my back into it this time!
GEORGE: Then you'd best drink twice your weight in water, too, son. Don't get heatstroke now.
LISA SHARP: Pssst. Walnut. Crack open our bag. I gonna steal some from Jayjay.
WALNUT: On it slosh.

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JAYJAY: Miss Lisa Sharp? What is you doing up there? Ain't that dangerous?
LISA SHARP: ...................SHUT UP IS WHAT I'S DOING.
JAYJAY: I told you, friend, you can always trust Miss Lisa Sharp.
OVERSEER: Next in line p•lease!
LISA SHARP: Heads up, Nut. I gots the goods.
OVERSEER: Neeeeeext.

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OVERSEER: That's nothin'! Next.
OVERSEER: Oh brother. Next.

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OVERSEER: Well. That's it for the adults. All in all...I'd say y'all did a•ight.
OVERSEER: But today the kids are the real stars.
LISA SHARP: Damn it damn it DAMN it. Where she go?!
OVERSEER: I just know that I'm gonna turn a•round and measure the best of what child labor's got to offer these days. Did I men•tion new girl's gonna be spendin' most her time with the sprouts?
LISA SHARP: Me an' Walnut volunteer to go next!

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OVERSEER: No sh•it...
JAYJAY: Mss Lssa Shrrp?

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TEXT: JAYJAY: EXPENDABLE
GODHEAD: Are we doing new characters now? Fun!

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WHERE: THE CHURCH
LISA SHARP: BUG.

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BACK TO: OLD DIRT ROAD
OVERSEER: Funny! Turn out you pick more cotton with•out Jean•Walnut della Faille's help.
OVERSEER: Where she at this time? LISA SHARP: She... in the field. Pickin' more cotton. She make sure we gots enough...To show the you-roe-pang... 

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OVERSEER: Then we best not in•terrup--

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THE GIRLS' COTTON BAG
LISA SHARP: WALNUT?! 
JAYJAY: I didn't know you was allowed to do that...! 

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WALNUT: Let (puff) go (puff) my (puff) sky (puff) air (puff) cloud (puff) flyer (puff) flyie (puff) balloon (puff) float (puff) machine (puff) 
BUG: N-n-n-NO! 
OVERSEER: The pickaniggy was right! Girl tryin' to pick that cotton right out the sky! 
JAYJAY: Wow, she really is smart! BUG: P-p-pickin'?! Pickin'?! I can't take NO MORE PICKIN', I'S o-o-OUTTA HERE!
SLLIIIDE
BUG: N-n-nevermind man, neverm-mind! GET ME OFF THIS CRAZY SH-SH-SHIT! 
OVERSEER: Well, if you say so.

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LISA SHARP: No!
JUMP
BANG
MISS
BUG: Stop! Don--Don't shoot MAN IS YOU CRAZY?! Ahhh! I hate them noises, I can't take them noises no more! Th-th-this is crazy man! I GETTIN' OUT HERE FOR GOOD! H-help!
SLAP!
OVERSEER: Uh•uh Wanda! You got just about an army o' his kids and you want more?! Mind your busi•ness.

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OVERSEER: Got•damn it nigerella we tryin' to woo the Eu•ro•pean not fee faw fum her!
WALNUT: If you gonna be ups here coulds you 'least help me tell da air ta get a move ups?

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BUG WILDCARD

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WHERE: THE CHURCH
LISA SHARP: An' you.

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BACK TO: OLD DIRT ROAD
LISA SHARP: WALNUT! 
BUG: YAAAAAAAAAAAAACK! 
WALNUT: Weeeeeeeeeee~! 
JAYJAY: Eeeeeeeeeep! 
BOOM: ... 
CRASH!

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COACHY: My wagon!
SLAVERY PAPERS
COACHY: Tch...Sign here.

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OVERSEER: Could I borrow uh...
TOSS

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OVERSEER: Hrrrrrr•guh! The damn thing is jammed!
COACHY: HEY.
COACHY: NOT. THE. WAGON. OVERSEER: Well this embarrassin'. I just ac•qui•esced three slaves for the price o' one and the wagon won't budge.

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OVERSEER: Some•one do some•thin'!

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TOSS
OVERSEER: Howdy Europe! Welcome to aaaand she's out cold. Got•damn it she better not be dead or the Master'll have my ass on rye.

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LISA SHARP: WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALNUUUUUUUUUUUUT
PUNCH!
JAYJAY: Golly, Miss Lisa Sharp's finished borrowin' my cotton already? You've must be expectin' a mighty kind thank you from her for handin' it back, Boom.

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PEEEL
OVERSEER: Ahhh•ha. So this is where your bag act•ually went.
OVERSEER: Be glad Sleeping Beauty ain't awake to see this.

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BOOM MUSCLE

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LISA SHARP: You is my ARMY OF ORPHANS. Be prepared to die for Walnut. Or DIE.
NUT, GET UP!
WALNUT: What's I miss?
BELL GUY'S FRIEND: ...What we do now?
RINGRINGRINGRING

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EXT. THE SWAMP - SUNDAY AFTERNOON
Walnut hangs upside down from a tree, firmly tangled up in a drapery of Spanish moss.
Aligators fruitlessly snap at the rock in her hands from the swampy water below.
Where the water is more shallow Lisa Sharp has purposed a throne out of the hollow of a tree.
LISA SHARP: Do the three of youse understand what we is trainin' for? You ain't fightin' for MY freedom, you sure ain't fightin' for YOURS.
She lectures her three new recruits--Boom, Bug and Jayjay--at gunpoint.
LISA SHARP: This fight is for WALNUT. 
WALNUT: Wughh... I's think I gonna throwings up.

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A large rattlesnake has its entire body wrapped around Walnut. The boys challenge it with a stick.
LISA SHARP: Every moment that you ain't pickin' cotton--
The boys frantically chase after Walnut tied to a log as she hurdles toward a small waterfall. 
LISA SHARP: --I will be SHARPENIN' you into the perfect TOOLS--
The boys try to uproot a carnivorous plant that has seized Walnut.
LISA SHARP: --So that if Walnut is EVER in the teensiest bit of danger--
The boys swing torches at vultures descending at Walnut, who has been covered in meat scraps.
LISA SHARP: You DIE to save her.

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EXT. THE SWAMP - SUNDAY AFTERNOON (CONT'D)
BUG: H-h-h-hold up. If your lil' sister so important, shouldn't you be t-t-trainin' too?! JAYJAY: That sound like a stand-up idea, Mister Bug.
Say Miss Lisa Sharp, we didn't mean to leave you out all the--
BONK
Lisa Sharp leaps from her spot to knock their heads together with Boom's.
LISA SHARP: My whole LIFE with that girl's been one long trial by STUPID.
Now it's MY time to oversee MY orphan army to VICTORY.
In response to Lisa Sharp shoving her gun in Bug's face, he panics.
BUG: This...this is crazy, man! I can't do this no more! AAACK.

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Bug makes a break for it, but Boom grabs him with a practiced motion like he's been trying to escape all day.
BUG: Luh-luh-let go of me big nigga! 
JAYJAY: I can't look! 
Lisa Sharp motions toward Walnut hanging from the tree.
LISA SHARP: SAVE HER.
Boom swings frail Bug upwards, making him into a lasso to catch Walnut.
BUG: BIG NIGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH

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Bug catches some low hanging moss--
--missing Walnut completely and landing flat on the water. The alligators are all startled away!
Boom introduces Jayjay to the moss hanging off of Bug's wet body.
JAYJAY: Well whadda ya know, Bug caught some Spanish moss. That stuff's sturdy as rope! Gee, Boom. You don't think we could use this to help Miss Walnut down, do ya?
Jayjay begins to tie the ends of the fibrous moss together.
JAYJAY: When I ain't pickin' cotton I just run myself ragged comin' up with all kindsa new knots for the Plantation Knot Society. Say, Boom, would you like to become the second member?
Jayjay tops off the knot tied around his makeshift rope's ankles with a pretty little bow.
JAYJAY: Ta-da~ 
BUG: Little nigga what! 

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Boom swings around the lasso.
Bug's hands land firmly around Walnut's arms.
Boom tugs on the rope, Jayjay right behind him.
LISA SHARP: GOOD!
BUG: Yooooooooooow! 
WALNUT: Ouughie...Lisa Blart's one toughs gloob to snaps... 

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TEXT: Lisa Sharp herds Jayjay, Boom and Bug out of the church.
TEXT: Walnut frantically chases after Lisa Sharp and her hostages. Over the hill is the Big House.
WALNUT: Lishasharp! You wasn't supposeds to hold all da people's hostage! Dats not whats da gun I mades you's for!
LISA SHARP: Don't act STUPID all a sudden. It's a GUN Walnut. What did you think I would use it for?
WALNUT: For lettin' speedybullets take supertrips to another splace, but you wasn't supposed to use it rights away!
LISA SHARP: WHY WOULDN'T I?

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TEXT: Godhead plays Blolitaire.
COWI: I mean, she has a point. We are talking about the girl who shot her own eye out.
GODHEAD: Hum! We just thought that if we gave her her own gun she'd stop obsessing over ours--you know, the ones we need to build our ship? We didn't think she'd hold up a church and stage a revolution until at least the third day she had it. And by then, Walnut would be lightyears away.
COWI: It bought you resources, but costed you time. Hmmm...Here's an idea: Why not go back and keep her waiting for the gun a little longer, as in, until after Walnut is done building her ship. Then fly away, she never gets the gun, and nobody gets hurt.
GODHEAD: It's fine, CoWi! Walnut is in charge of lying to Lisa Sharp and she's doing a great job.

You know, even though Walnut is just an alien occupying Lisa Sharp's sister's body, they've been stuck together for quite some time now. Maybe this isn't the reasoning you'd expect from a supergenius, but Walnut doesn't want to leave earth without giving Lisa Sharp a keepsake because it would be, I don't know, rude?
COWI: Or Walnut's just scared of not giving her what she wants.

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TEXT: CoWi narrows her eyes at Godhead.
GODHEAD: Scared of her? Walnut could never.
COWI: Everytime Lisa Sharp gets upset she hits Walnut. And Lisa Sharp is practically always upset.
GODHEAD: Oh come on. You're humanizing her too much. She's an alien. We're aliens! You're looking at the plan all wrong anyways, CoWi. It doesn't matter when we give Lisa Sharp the gun because...

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text: Walnut speaks mid-strangle.
WALNUT: 'Cuz da gun...only gots ones bullet! Yeahs!
LISA SHARP: WHAT!
WALNUT: Ones superbullet its super cuz da second it hits a someone it unloops da squiggles inside theirs smallest selfs which sends outs a shockingful wave and aaaaaaaaaaall dose peoples around dem melts into a big pink soup and boom deys dead alls of 'em, da end.
TEXT: Lisa Sharp, visualizing the epic carnage, doesn't know how to react.
LISA SHARP: That's...awesome! But useless! But...awesome?! ...Argh!!! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLNUUUUUUUUUU
UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUT!

I can't lead a revolution with just one bullet--You have to make me some more RIGHT NOW stupid.
WALNUT: Otays but it takes up to threes busydays to make and today's Sunday so yous better get your clock ticking. Bestest yet cancels the whole revoltlution 'tils you gots hmmmmm ten-brillions bullets and throws another one in theres just to be safe.
TEXT: She stares at the Big House with determination.
LISA SHARP: FORGET IT. You said it yourself, I only need ONE bullet to kill those pink, pale monsters. And long as my orphans don't know HOW many bullets I got, they'll still listen to me no matter WHAT.

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TEXT:Lisa Sharp stands atop a well, Walnut beside her. The orphans kneel at gunpoint with their hands up.
TEXT: Everyone waits nervously for Lisa Sharp to speak.
TEXT: The imposing Big House is now closer than ever. Sharp is fixated on it.
TEXT: All the violent, evil things she's ever experienced originate from that House.
TEXT: And now, finally, she has to face what's inside.
TEXT: Walnut grabs Lisa Sharp's hand.
WALNUT: Sharp Lisa, you don't gots to do this.
TEXT: She does, or Walnut will never be free.

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TEXT: Sharp forces herself away from her thoughts.
TEXT: She rips her sleeves off, plucks the feathers off of a bird, and steals a fur off of a clothesline--
TEXT: -Assembling a new uniform. Filled with warrior's determination, she addresses her army knowing exactly what she's going to say.
LISA SHARP: We gonna march right into that Big House, shoot every last pink devilcreature we see, and FREE WALNUT. Got that?!

We don't know exactly how many devils they hidin' in there, or how strong they is. My guess, which has been promoted by God's blessin' to FACT, is that they got they own guns. That'll be their last line of defense after they claws and fangs.
WALNUT: But Lisa Sharp, your armies don't even got no weapons. Wait 'til I make 'em some, that's two an' a halfs whole ones I gots to make.
LISA SHARP: But by the time they realize they need the guns, I'll have already killed HALF OF 'EM. With three of my own human shields, I should be able to slaughter the last ones by the time they take a big bite out of Jayjay.
TEXT: Little Jayjay can't believe his ears. How could it get any worse?
WALNUT: You's gonna need more than three shields, Lisa Shalalalalalalarp! Waits 'til you recruits more peoples, waits 'til you gots the whole plantations on your sides! You's can't dos all dat killin' alone, don't be gooby!
LISA SHARP: By the time they all dead, we probably will be too ...and it will have been WORTH IT.

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TEXT: Walnut tries to hold Lisa Sharp back.
WALNUT: Liba Bark, no!
LISA SHARP: Don't think about it too hard, Nut. Don't try to say goodbye.
TEXT: She's knocked down and rolls backwards.
MINIHEAD: Just checking in, are you sure you've got lying to Lisa Sharp duty completely under control?
WALNUT: Da schituaton's no goods Goobil. If Walnut get back to earth and her sister not-alived den she's gonna be sos sad.
MINIHEAD: We really sent her marching straight to her death, didn't we! Think, Godhead, think. What if... I freeze her in a big block of ice for, what would be a normal amount of time for you guys, a year?
WALNUT: Glooby, can youse do a peepsy-lookthrough an' count how manys pinkthings is in that bigbig house for me?
TEXT: She races ahead of Lisa Sharp boldly toward the Big House.
TEXT: Lisa Sharp looks on in horror as Walnut goes near the first step.
LISA SHARP: WAL--!
Walnut get away from there right now! I told you to wait by the well until we all get killed!

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TEXT: Walnut goes right up to the front door.

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TEXT: And knocks three times.
TEXT: Lisa Sharp drops her gun.
TEXT: She grips Boom violently.
LISA SHARP: BOOM, go get her NOW! BEFORE ONE OF THEM COMES OUT!

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TEXT: Boom runs toward the porch.
TEXT: He inadvertantly stops at the first step,
TEXT: Nervous.
LISA SHARP: GO!!!
TEXT: He does what he does best and brute forces it--gripping his hands around where slippery Walnut was just a second ago!

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TEXT: Lisa Sharp reels at Boom's ineffectiveness against her eel of a sister.
LISA SHARP: Augh, he's useless! You two--
TEXT: Bug dives for Lisa Sharp's weapon.
TEXT: She notices and kicks it towards Jayjay.
TEXT: They wrestle each other, trying to go for the gun.
BUG: G-g-g-get that gun little nigga! Shoot her crazy ass!
LISA SHARP: DON'T JUST STAND THERE. HELP ME STUPID.
JAYJAY: Miss Lisa Sharp! Mister Bug! I...I don't know who to obey, you's both older than I!

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TEXT: Jayjay shakily picks up the gun, pointing it one way and then the other.
JAYJAY: I don't know who to listen to so I guess I'll...just shoot the both of youse?!
TEXT: Walnut jumps up and down on the conquered Boom, making tons of noise for the Big House to hear.
TEXT: She runs down the stairs and into Lisa Sharp's arms, obfuscating Jayjay's shot.
LISA SHARP: Damn it Walnut! What is runnin' through your THICK-- 
WALNUT: I almosts got killingsded by da pink monster people Lisa Sharps! You didnt's comes for mes...why? Whys didnt's yous come for me Pisa Sharps my almosts dieds! 

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TEXT: Lisa Sharp's mind goes blank. She breaks down crying.
TEXT: Walnut hugs Lisa Sharp tight.
LISA SHARP: ...Damn it damn it DAMN IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT! I CAN'T GO NEAR THE BIG HOUSE...'CAUSE I'S SCARED. I'S TERRIFIED! OF THOSE EVIL PINK MONSTERS!
I'S SORRY WALNUT. 
WALNUT: I thoughts yous was gonna frees me I almost dieds I almost dieds and they almost killeds me LiSharps an' you didnt's do anythings to helps me. 
JAYJAY: ...Don't cry Miss Lisa Sharp. Here, take your gun back and do please feel better. 
BUG: (Doh!) 

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TEXT: EXT. THE SWAMP - SUNDAY AFTERNOON (CONT'D)

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TEXT: Walnut and Minihead continue their conversation at the swamp.
MINIHEAD: Making Lisa Sharp cry. Walnut, I am sorry I ever doubted you.
So she decided the crew needed more 'training' before they could face the Big House. But why do we have to be a part of it?! I can't believe I'm saying this, but we actually underestimated how stupid she is when we gave her that gun. 
WALNUT: Lipa Slarp ain't stupids she justs keeps all her smarts in her heart an' da rhythm of da beat make 'em sleepsy. 
MINIHEAD: Finishing your ship is now a matter of acting before she does. It's gonna be hard to slip away from this with all eyes on you. 
WALNUT: Dat's okiedoo Glooby. Da ting's I'm even bester at thans makin' machineys dats go flyhigh is distractsdedsing Walnut's sister. 
MINIHEAD: Well. One reason I took The Deal is because when you don't erase all life on earth you get caught up in a great deal of human dillydallying in your pursuit of freedom! Just saying! 
WALNUT: GaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUWAAAAAAAAAAA? 
MINIHEAD: Whoah! I was just saying.

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TEXT: Planet Finder warps into a bizarre crescent.
TEXT: Walnut reflexively drops Minihead.
MINIHEAD: I-I didn't mean anything by insinuating you should kill everyone you know. Walnut?!

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TEXT: INT. COMPUTER DOME - NOW

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TEXT: Planet Finder smudges under Godhead's finger.
GODHEAD: Walnut? Walnut! What the? 
COWI: Does she need to restart? 
GODHEAD: I'll check her status.

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TEXT: A window referencing Walnut's physical status pops up, but it quickly glitches out past recognition.
GODHEAD: My communication device appears to be malfunctioning... It must be the earth's underbaked atmosphere interferring with the signal. 
COWI: That doesn't really make sense. It's been completely fine up until now.

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TEXT: Boom and Jayjay continue tugging on the rope attached to Bug attached to Walnut.
WALNUT: Guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww 
LISA SHARP: HEY!
TEXT: Lisa Sharp bulldozes them out of her way.
LISA SHARP: You pullin' her too tight! You stupid morons can't do nothing right. I'll get her down MYSELF.

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TEXT: INT. COMPUTER DOME - NOW
GODHEAD: Well restarting Planet Finder didn't work. And it's not exactly like it's 'Not Responding.'
Oh shit. Is that the mean one picking me up? COWI! SAVE WALNUT SO SHE CAN SAVE ME!

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COWI: Hrrrm. This sounds like a job... 
TEXT: CoWi transforms into her medical uniform!
COWI: For Nurse CoWi!!!

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TEXT: There's no time for a tutorial this time around. CoWi floats over to Walnut and presses a big stethoscope against her chest.

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TEXT: It emits a terrible frequency that violently electrocutes CoWi.
COWI: VijyZBK#)VXZFBYZfvpYBVYOb93fty3bwzk#KVX$vftflkbvpK#FYFs9yfbsybty;blue

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TEXT: CoWi floats away burnt. Lisa Sharp winds her arm back to throw Minihead.
COWI: Godhead, can you do me a favor and press my X button? I can't feel my arms. Teehee~ 
GODHEAD: My Me. This can't be a Planet Finder problem, no. My whole computer is infected with deadly space viruses!

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TEXT: Lisa Sharp winds her arm back to throw Minihead.
TEXT: Minihead hits the branch holding Bug and Walnut.
LISA SHARP: BOOM. Get ready!
TEXT: The branch cracks and breaks.
TEXT: They fall out of the sky...
TEXT: ...Landing in boom's arms.

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TEXT: Walnut is laid on a big lilypad.
LISA SHARP: What's the matter with you? You gots to poop or somethin'? 
WALNUT: Wohwohwohwooh...My ailien frambly joooouuuust.......................sentings me a mluh-mluh-message! 
LISA SHARP: STUPID. I's your family. Your ONLY family. 
WALNUT: Shhuhh...I's trnggg to herr dems...shhuhhh...shuuuush..........Quiets. 
LISA SHARP: YOU JUST TELL ME TO SHUSH?

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TEXT: Lisa Sharp smacks Walnut. JUST THEN, WALNUT RECIEVES A GREAT VISION.

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TEXT: Walnut shoots up!
WALNUT: I SAWS DEM ! MAH ALIEN FAMBLY !

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TEXT: She falls back down. The kids don't know what to think of her outburst.
LISA SHARP: ...No. 
BUG: Tha-tha-that ain't no type of talk I ever heard before. Big Nigga, has you?

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TEXT: JAYJAY tears up. He fishes Minihead out of the swamp and places it on Walnut, an offering.
JAYJAY: Oh Miss Walnut. I never really understood you...snf...why you wouldn't play with the other kids...snff snff...or why you liked buildin' machines more than pickin' cotton...snff...But I really will miss you when you is gone. 
BUG: Oh no no no no no, I can't see no dead kid today--OW! 
LISA SHARP: She is NOT dyin'! The only thing wrong with her is YOU idiots.
Right Walnut? Right? 
WALNUT: Th fla sfas aiyue sesay. 
BOOM: OK.
TEXT: Boom steps up.
BOOM: Walnut, make some noise for 'yes'. Don't say nothin' for 'no'. 
JAYJAY: Do your eye hurt, that's why you holding it like that? 
WALNUT: Ying dong lla gaga maju. 
BUG: Who's inside'a you? And who's watchin' us? And c-c-c-c-can they hear us right now?! 
WALNUT: ... ... Fla fre sha kning flu flu flu flu flu flu flu flu flu flu flu flu flu habarr yot. 
BUG: I KNEW IT, I KNEW IT WAS SO MUCH WORSE THAN I THOUGHT, MAN. 
BOOM: ...Half of those wasn't yes or no questions. 
BUG: Hey girl, listen up, tell them aliens inside of you to l-l-l-leave us alone. Damn! 
WALNUT: Shie nyagazongrie zip meye flupp er nong rostisas put zobu yo sangrie la sheen!
W...War...Warlnut...going...bye...bye... 
LISA SHARP: Walnut...! 

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TEXT: CoWi appears out from behind Planet Finder holding a giant bullet.
COWI: I found the source of the problem, Lord Godhead.

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COWI: This is the bullet Lisa Sharp shot at and broke the UI with. I discovered it in the backend where it had destroyed a block of code. Since then errors have been piling up, resulting in the glitches!

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TEXT: The sound of CoWi's voice does not reach Godhead. He is too deeply immersed in the events on his screen.
GODHEAD: CoWi...Are you seeing this? Walnuts family just made contact with, or, through her...! This is incredible...So that was the cause of all the interference. 
COWI: But Godhead, the bullet. If you'd just read my error report you'd see-- 
GODHEAD: All the glitches, Walnut's sudden surge of pain, and her channeling a language that even my technology can't decipher. You can't decipher it, can you? 
COWI: Uh? No. G
ODHEAD: They're here. They're in everything. 
COWI: There's a logical explanation... 
GODHEAD: Walnut's family, you're there, right? I hope my language isn't so primitive its beneath understanding. I just wanted you to know that I've been taking great care of Walnut despite earth being terrible!
Well, I can't lie to you obviously. My planet is dead. If I ever knew anything about life I don't remember it now. So to be honest, Walnut has been taking care of me. From what she describes, "loneliness" doesn't exist on your planet. There's always a group of you together. That's probably why you're so advanced, why Walnut is so inventive. I couldn't ask for a better friend than the one your people have given me. And maybe when or if I meet you all in person, I'll advance too...! It's been so long since I've, I guess, changed. 
COWI: Godhead. 
GODHEAD: Oh, CoWi wants to say hi too. 
COWI: Do you know that the chances of there being three distinct alien species in one computer dome is 0.00--oh forget it. What is so wrong with the idea of Walnut being human to you?

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TEXT: Earth through the Planet Finder.
COWI: You barely gave this planet a chance before brushing it off as not the absolute best thing in the universe. But it took you eons to find it! Millions and millions of years! You should be more interested in the human race than this. 
GODHEAD: Wow. I really didn't want to say this but earth is clearly a failure. I know it is because earth is exactly like my planet, and you see how that turned out.
I know what you're gonna say. The only reason the planet is dead is because I took The Deal. But the state, the very nature of the place I come from forced me to make that decision. CoWi, earth is just the same. Maybe if humans didn't enslave anything with a brain they could stop and realize that they have an actual alien species among them! They could learn so much from Walnut and advance their civilization beyond the starting point. But nobody listens to her! Not even you! 
COWI: Aren't these the exact thoughts you resent your Master putting in your head to influence you to take The Deal? The Deal's premise lies on the assumption that its taker will be cynical about the future of their world and end it prematurely. But you don't know what the future of your planet would have been, and you can't predict earth's either.
Even though Lisa Sharp has been terrible to her sister...I still believe that their family can be saved. 
GODHEAD: What is the point? You shouldn't even talk about that one in front of Walnut's real family. 
COWI: What do Walnut's ties to this fantasy matter when Lisa Sharp is the one who has actually been here? 
GODHEAD: CoWi!

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TEXT: Godhead's voice booms with the aproppriate wrath of a god. The computer dome becomes oppressive and claustrophobic.
GODHEAD: This is ridiculous. Projecting your own want to be human onto Walnut won't make you one. Now don't ever talk about her family like that again! 
COWI: ... 
GODHEAD: I just don't get it. How you can be so disrespectful to my only real friend... 
COWI: I'm merely acting as your digital assistant, Lord Godhead, regularly scanning for errors and fixing them. I'll return to the backend and restore the damaged code right away.

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TEXT: The bullet.
TEXT: Bug and Jayjay hold up a variety of poignant objects to Walnut's nose to try to help her feel better. But the scent of toad and the aura of bladderwort are useless against Walnut's mysterious ailment.
WALNUT: Get dat dings away froms Walnut my head hurts it hurtings it hurtings it hurts! 
BUG: W-w-w-we should just go ask Deb to look at her. 
LISA SHARP: We don't NEED no adults. All they's gonna do is TAKE MY GUN AWAY. 
JAYJAY: I's not trying to get your gun taken away Miss Lisa Sharp honest, but wouldn't you say this is an emergency? 
LISA SHARP: I don't think a gun's more important than my SISTER, fool. But I ain't riskin' carrying Walnut all the way to the cabins when those adults don't even give a DAMN about us. 
JAYJAY: Sure they do Miss! When a spider crawled into Bug's ear Nurse Deb pulled it right out with two twigs. 
BUG: Th-th-th-that's what they tell me... But I's pretty sure that spider's still in my brain...controllin' me, man! 
LISA SHARP: I ain't surprised they'd help you with something STUPID. But when your parents got loaded up on the wagon for sale-- 
BOOM: Lisa. 
LISA SHARP: Did ANYBODY do ANYTHING to help them?! 
JAYJAY: Well...I don't rightly remember, Miss Lisa Sharp...But...The adults told me my parents was going to a good plantation where they could pick cotton to their hearts' content! 
LISA SHARP: There's no such thing as a "good" plantation, STUPID. 
JAYJAY: But that would mean they lied, and adults never lie. 
BUG: It ain't no lie if the person really believe it true. At least wherever they got sold to ain't got our O-O-O-Overseer. 
LISA SHARP: If they really think that SATAN'S TOENAIL is better than SATAN'S ASSHOLE then I really don't want they help.
Everybody's sick from the flood. They ain't gonna put us before they own kids. We need to find our OWN way to do things. 
JAYJAY: But...But... 
BUG: At least if she was at the cabins she'd die warm, dry, and surrounded by, uh, people instead'a frogs, man. OW! 
LISA SHARP: SHE'S NOT GONNA DIE!!! 
BUG: I do not know one thing about medicine OR exorcisms. H-h-how we supposed to make her feel better, seriously?! 
JAYJAY: Maybe if we ask nicely? Again? 
LISA SHARP: Boom check the bush. I hear cattail's good for whackin' the sick out of you. 
TEXT: In his search for more odd remedies, Boom accidentally reveals Pinky's hiding spot.
TEXT: She falls out of a shrub, landing directly at the feet of the wrathful Lisa Sharp.
PINKY: Eep!

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TEXT: Nobody was expecting a visitor, but Lisa Sharp doesn't hesitate. She presses her gun against Pinky's forehead loaded with intent to kill.
PINKY: Peppermint! 
LISA SHARP: Wha? 
PINKY: Give the girl, your sister, peppermint! It's a cure for bad headaches. 
LISA SHARP: That's what she's cryin' about? A little HEADACHE? 
PINKY: A very bad one can be debilitating. Erm...My father was a doctor. 
JAYJAY: Peppermint don't grow in the swamp, but there's a ton of it behind the Red River. 
LISA SHARP: EASY.
TEXT: A faint wave of satisfaction arrives on Lisa Sharp's face.
LISA SHARP: Thanks Puffball.
TEXT: THEN EVIL.
LISA SHARP: NOW DIE!!!
TEXT: BLAM-O sfx, without the 'BLAM-O'.

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HOVERTEXT: BLACK
WALNUT: Nnnuh...

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HOVERTEXT: Squeak.

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HOVERTEXT: Squeak squeak.

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HOVERTEXT: When she squeezes it, it squeaks. In fact, there was no trigger on this gun to begin with.
LISA SHARP: ...HUH?
HOVERTEXT: Pinky, not understanding why she isn't dead yet, opens one eye.
PINKY: There's...no trigger?
PINKY: HA! You're so stupid I think I'm in love with you.

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HOVERTEXT: Lisa Sharp is overcome with embarassment.
HOVERTEXT: She looks for some way to expel it--Walnut.
HOVERTEXT: She drags the sickly girl to her feet by her hair.
LISA SHARP: NO TRIGGER?! AIN'T NO TRIGGER, WALNUT?! IS YOU TRYING TO KILL ME?! [SMACK] 
WALNUT: Too louds too louds my head hurts be quiets! 
LISA SHARP: YOU WANTED ME TO GO IN THERE UP AGAINST THOSE THINGS WITH A GUN THAT DON'T WORK! AFTER ALL I DONE TO TAKE CARE OF YOU YOUR STUPID, USELESS LIFE, YOU WANT TO GET ME KILLED. YOU HATE ME. 
WALNUT: Nos...! Dats gun only for emergencees I tolds you to use it fors...not to uses it...to...uhg. Da sounds too brights... 
[SMACK]
WALNUT: Ggghhrr...I didn'ts know you's'd's uses it befores my ship escapes. Ughh...It hurts my head. My head hurtings!!! Stops!!! 
[SMACK] [SMACK] [SMACK] 

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HOVERTEXT: This display is almost too sad for the other kids to watch.
HOVERTEXT: Pinky, on the other hand, remains composed and thoughtful.
PINKY: Your ship? As in, a sea vessel?
HOVERTEXT: Walnut pulls away from Lisa Sharp long enough to point at the sky.
WALNUT: Up-ship for sky flyin', it's. 
PINKY: Pfft. There's no such thing as a flying ship. 
JAYJAY: Excuse me Miss New Girl, but around these parts Miss Walnut is known for creatin' extraordinary machines. 
LISA SHARP: More like STUPID MACHINES. 
PINKY: With what? Sticks? 
JAYJAY: Yeah! 
PINKY: But she couldn't be more than 10 years old. And what's the odd shaped stone she's always holding? 
LISA SHARP: You's got a lot to learn. Oh wait, no you don't, 'cause I GONNA KILL YOU! 

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HOVERTEXT: Lisa Sharp lunges at Pinky.
PINKY: Eep!
HOVERTEXT: She blindly throws a fist which to everyone's surprise knocks Lisa Sharp back.
HOVERTEXT: Lisa Sharp is surprised to see her own blood.
HOVERTEXT: Pinky catches both of Sharp's hands in hers--it's a stand off between two matched in strength.
LISA SHARP: I don't need no GUN to kill you OR the monsters in the Big House. I'll free my sister with my BARE HANDS. 
BUG: ...YO. Has anybody noticed that Lisa Sharp is l-l-like...4 FEET TALL??? The gun's fake, nigga! Gyaaaaaaaaaah--I got half my life shaved off in this wet ass swamp and for what, nigga?! For what?! I'm o-o-outta here, man. 
JAYJAY: Am I excused too, Miss Lisa Sharp? 
LISA SHARP: HEY! You goons ain't going nowhere! I dont need no gun to scare you! Hey! Where is my goons going?!
...
What about Walnut?! 
BOOM: Walnut's head hurt 'cause you hit her too much. Come on Jayjay. 

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HOVERTEXT: The boys trudge their way past Lisa Sharp through the thick swamp.
HOVERTEXT: Pinky overpowers Lisa Sharp and tosses her into the murky water.
LISA SHARP: YOU'S...YOU'S...
HOVERTEXT: All of her strength is channeled into an enraged scream
LISA SHARP: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HOVERTEXT: Pinky holds out her hand to help Lisa Sharp get up.
PINKY: Lisa Sharp, you need me on your team. I can make them stay without violence. 
LISA SHARP: How--no...WHY would you want to do something as STUPID as that. 
PINKY: Didn't I just tell you? When I saw you in the church, holding all those innocent people at gunpoint I...My heart. I just love bad girls. I won't stop until you're mine. 
LISA SHARP: STOP SAYING STUFF LIKE THAT!!! 
PINKY: Okay, okay. You of all people are asking why I want my freedom. That's such a stupid question. Who wants to be a slave all their life? This sucks! 
LISA SHARP: ...You's a stupid question. 
PINKY: I'm sure you've quite gathered that I'm not from here. The life I lead before all of this was fantastic. I could have all the crumpets and clotted cream I could ask for! Lisa Sharp, you absolutely have the right idea.
Freed life--I swear by it. 
BUG: Did she just say... 

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HOVERTEXT: Boom, Jayjay and Bug stop. That word isn't just something you can walk away from. Walnut grips her head in pain.
BUG: F-f-f-free...? WALNUT: Dddddddonn... 
BUG: Free like... 
PINKY: Before I was sold into slavery on my 12th birthday I was a free woman. And I lived splendidly! Oh what I would do to return to those days. 
LISA SHARP: Why you talk like that? 
PINKY: Talk like what? 
BUG: Yeah, man, she talk funny. Where you come from that n-n-niggas free? 
PINKY: Heh. From across the sea, of course. Have you poor landlocked lot ever once even dreamt of the sea? That's okay. I'm eager to tell you everything! 
BUG: "Everyfing". She just said "everyfing". 
PINKY: I--? No I did not...! 
LISA SHARP: "NEEEEEEEEHHHHOW" I did not. Hahahaha! FREE ASS BITCH! 
PINKY: Harumph. Keep making fun of me and I'll just take my true tales of freedom elsewhere. 
HOVERTEXT: Jayjay tugs on Pinky's dress.
JAYJAY: No, please Miss New Girl, I'd very much like to hear your tales. 
PINKY: Okay, I'll tell you. Tell me, Jayjay: What is your favorite passtime in the entire world? 
JAYJAY: Golly! My faaaaaaaaaaaaaavorite thing in the entiiiiiiiiiiiiiiire world's gotta be pickin' cotton as a breeze passes by on a bright sunny day. 
PINKY: ...I was going to say take your 'favorite thing' and imagine doing it all day everyday, but, hm.
Okay, imagine your favorite thing is my favorite thing: Reading-- 
LISA SHARP: DID SOMEBODY JUST SAY READIN'?! HEY...That's RIGHT. You's the girl who can READ. 
HOVERTEXT: Everyone surrounds Pinky like what she said was mad funny.
PINKY: Wh-wh-what's wrong with reading? 
LISA SHARP: Ain't nobody who never did NOTHIN' needed to read. 
JAYJAY: I think the only person 'round these parts who can read is...
(gulp)
The Overseer. 
BUG: Maaan, this new girl ain't shit. She a loser. 
PINKY: No! Please! I need your acceptance. What if I told you when I was free I rode on a pirate ship? Or operated on white aristocrats? Or went graverobbing for medical science? Hmm? Hmmmmm? Yes, I even had swordfights, which were very bold and daring besides my proclivity for fainting at the sight of blood. 
LISA SHARP: SWORDS? J
AYJAY: B-blood? 
HOVERTEXT: Pinky raises her arms to inspire everyone.
PINKY: The essence of freedom is being able to do anything you can imagine, whenever, wherever. Nobody has the right to oppress or stop you. So please, y'all, don't not help Lisa Sharp because you're not afraid of her. Help her so you can help yourselves! 
JAYJAY: I will! I will fight for myself, Miss New Girl! 
WALNUT: Nos!

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HOVERTEXT: Walnut stumbles to her feet, dragging herself toward the group like a zombie.
HOVERTEXT: She screams at the older kids.
WALNUT: I's da only one who gets to go free off dis place...rrghh...da rest of youse can'ts dos it! You's don'ts knows buildin' like me an' you can'ts learns it. Dat's 'cause da place I learnted its froms was in a cloud an' only aliens likes me can hear da water droplets when dey falls in your ears to tell yous which way da airman face.
You isn't aliens...Da blue rock won'ts talks to you...I's leavings dis place 'cause deres my family up dere dat wants me back. Outsides of heres nobodies wants yous! Earth peoples needs to stays in da earth place where da cotton grows so they don't gets cold an' has something to plug they ears with when da thundercloud yells. If youse got freedom...ghh...you wouldn'ts even has nowheres to put it anyways. 
LISA SHARP: Walnut... How can you says all that? 
BUG: Ain't that what you been saying this whole time? 
WALNUT: It's mes...grgh... 
HOVERTEXT: Walnut looks Lisa Sharp in the eye.
WALNUT: Gragh...Not yous only mes! 
LISA SHARP: STOP IT WALNUT. You can't SAY things like that about other people. All of these IDIOTS was ready to die for you and you's acting like they don't even got NAMES. I mean they ain't THAT ba--uh...
Is this how I RAISED you? You gave me a fake gun that could have got me KILLED. Damn it Walnut... 
HOVERTEXT: Lisa Sharp pleads with her sister.
LISA SHARP: Does you even CARE about any other people? 
WALNUT: My heads hurts I wanna gos home! I hates dis place!!! 
BUG: On o-o-one end we got the puffball, who wants to get us killed, and the o-o-other Walnut, who tried to get us killed. You know what! I think I's gonna go home. 
PINKY: No, Bug, you really shan't. My name is Pinky by the way. You can't go until I've convinced you that you don't even want to go. 
BUG: We ain't like you, Newbie...We ain't never been no p-p-puffed up aristocrats, surrounded by fifi and shushu or whatever you freed niggas got. 
PINKY: How did you know the names of my spaniels? 
BUG: So we go free! All we got around here is chiggers and cotton noway. Some reward for gettin' our f-faces ate in the Big House. 
JAYJAY: That does sound awful frightenin'...I don't think I wanna fight anymore... 
PINKY: Um, what exactly do you lot think lies behind the doors of the Big House? Death is far from certain. Our owners are only human. 
LISA SHARP: HA. BUG: 'Human'? Man...They must'a bought you from the moon. Our owners...th-th-they... 
JAYJAY: Pink, fleshy, scary monsters, like blowfly 'fore they get they wings, big as a black bear, and gots teeth as sharp as a red wolf's. 
BUG: Niggas turned inside out and bleached in hot lye. It can walk and talk but it ain't h-h-human, man! 
PINKY: Oh...please. And have any of you ever seen a white person? 

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HOVERTEXT: The memory of Lisa Sharp's father looms behind her.
PINKY: My father's primary clientelle was white. I've probably seen more whites in my life than blacks, and dissected my fair share too. I guarantee you that their biological makeup is no different than ours and they are in fact quite defeatable. We can kill them in as many ways as they can us. 
LISA SHARP: First of all. They ain't WHITE. They PINK. And they ain't PEOPLE--they is MONSTERS. I know it 'cause I have seen 'em, and I ain't never forgot them since. 
PINKY: Maybe what we saw wasn't the same thing. 
LISA SHARP: Maybe not. 
PINKY: Maybe what you saw was distorted by fear, while the way I've seen them has been quite objective. 
LISA SHARP: YOU CALLIN' ME SCARED?! 
WALNUT: Scareds is whats you should bes, yous needs to be scarrified so yous doesn't leabes this planet where it's dangergrose for youse to leabe. 
PINKY: Let's take the best of both worlds, shall we? Lisa Sharp is right in that we need to be properly armed and ready to kill in pursuit of our freedom. But Walnut, on the other hand, has been constantly talking about something that nobody seems to be taking seriously. "Escape." Why don't we just escape? Run away under cover of darkness one night. 
WALNUT: Escape's not for yous! 
HOVERTEXT: Pinky wraps her arms around the boys, positioning Walnut and Lisa Sharp as supple investments. Boom starts to take this seriously.
PINKY: Oh but it can be. Boys don't you see these two are our lucky ticket out of here? Walnut can make us weapons--real weapons. And Lisa Sharp can lead us out of this place into a better one. Are you seeing it now? How real this can be? 
BUG: Ehhh... 
BOOM: If we run away, do you think we can reunite with our families? 
PINKY: The ones that have been sold off to other plantations? I don't see why not. 
WALNUT: Your familys is gones all gones for the rest of evers and they's never coming backs. 
LISA SHARP: Walnut stop. We don't know. We just don't know. 
WALNUT: Gones I prombise. 
JAYJAY: The things you are saying, Miss New Girl, really put certain things in perspective. If we had gone into the Big House earlier and succeeded, Walnut would have been free to walk away from this plantation...from the sounds of it, right into the hands of more of these white monsters! If those horrible things are as far as across the sea, where in the world can we go that is safe? 
WALNUT: Noplace only space's da place and you can't gos there. 
PINKY: It's unlikely that we'll ever live a life completely free of white people, but there are plenty of places on the globe where we can live happily. 
WALNUT: NO DERE NOT! 
LISA SHARP: Walnut CALM DOWN I said! 
PINKY: The little one might know a thing or two about the sky, but as a seafarer I'm doubting she's ever seen a map. 
WALNUT: Da bluerock will tells you da bluerock has alls da crosslines of da earth behinds its eye down to where da newest born bug is standin' rights now I'lls ask hims and shows you you's wrong WRONGWRONGWRONG. 
PINKY: Oh? I'm wrong? North of here there's a place called 'Canada' where Negroes walk free. But by all means let's hear from your blue rock. Let me put him in touch with my sock puppet! 
WALNUT: Goobhead comes out an tells dems dat Canana's not reals of dis place!!! 
HOVERTEXT: Walnut holds out Minihead.
HOVERTEXT: But he doesn't say anything.
PINKY: Well then it seems like even the rock concurs.
HOVERTEXT: Walnut looks hurt. Lisa Sharp comes to her rescue.
LISA SHARP: Alright puffball ENOUGH. You sound a little too much like the Overseer goin' on about 'maps' and 'books' and shit. 
PINKY: That is troublesome, coming from the expert. 
LISA SHARP: What is THAT supposed to mean. 
BUG: H-h-h-h-h-ha! Th-that's actually pretty funny! Say Lisa Sharp, why worry so much about stagin' a revolt for your freedom when you could just grow up and become an overseer? 
LISA SHARP: SHUT UP. 
BUG: You can see it too, right big nigga? Little nigga? She's already h-h-halfway there, beatin' the shit outta us and makin' our lives a neverendin' n-n-nightmare of pain and agony. 
JAYJAY: I do suppose, when I imagine it, it does suit her handsomely. Why, there's not a more perfect candidate than her. While not so much for us, this is great news for you Lisa Sharp! The Overseer gets a tower, ummmm, a dog, ummm, and--oh, your favorite! A gun! I can see you now, giddy and gay. 
LISA SHARP: SHUT UP!!! Why is everyone PICKIN' ON ME. I ain't gonna become no overseer. What would happen to Walnut!!! 
JAYJAY: But Miss Lisa Sharp I intended no harm--ouch! 
PINKY: Oh dear. I don't think you could become an Overseer really.
...You're too short. 

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HOVERTEXT: Godhead looks at a map of North America.
PINKY: Canada is a real place that we can actually go to. Then once we're there we can collaborate with the French, a people whose nation neighbors mine, get a ship arranged and go right back home. 
JAYJAY: But Miss New Girl, my home's the cabin behind the dogwood tree with the chimney missin' a brick. 
PINKY: Oh I mean my home of course. It's much better than yours. You'll like it so much! 
JAYJAY: I will? Yay! 
BUG: I-I-I-I-I-I don't trust it. I don't trust it! These Canada niggas, is they white? 
PINKY: Mooooost of the time, yes, but... 
BUG: And the French niggas, is they white too? P
INKY: Geeeeenerally speaking, but! 
BUG: Then what's the point, man? White people, pink monsters, whatever they is sold Jayjay's parents, Lisa Sharp and Walnut's daddy, every last one of Boom's brothers and sisters. Man you d-d-don't even wanna know WHAT they did to mine! Just 'cause niggas roam free inside they little pen, who's to say they won't end up on a dinnerplate the next day. 
PINKY: I'm trying to help you understand what the world really looks like. It isn't these other countries that are the pen, the United States is the pen. 
JAYJAY: Is that where we is right now? 
PINKY: Oh if only I could show you a-- 
LISA SHARP: IF YOU SAY 'MAP' OR 'BOOK' I WILL RIP ONE OF THOSE PUFFS OUT YOUR HEAD. 

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HOVERTEXT: Pinky wipes the blood off of Lisa Sharp's face with her thumb.
PINKY: What do you say, leader? The outskirts of the plantation are right behind the Red River. We can get Walnut her peppermint and while we're there just take a look at our potential escape route. You'll bring your team to do some simple looking, won't you? 
BUG: H-H-Hey! I said I quit! 
LISA SHARP: FINE. We need to get Walnut that peppermint and get it to her FAST. 
WALNUT: Nosnosnosnosnos nots deres you cant's go deres rrrghhhhh you cant's! 
LISA SHARP: SHUT UP ALREADY. 
HOVERTEXT: Pinky smirks. She has the whole team wrapped around her finger.
PINKY: Then it seems I'll be getting everything I want.
HOVERTEXT: She notices the blood on her thumb.
PINKY: Oh my. That's blood.
HOVERTEXT: She faints. Lisa Sharp steps to the side to miss her fall.
BOOM: There's one thing she wasn't lyin' about.
HOVERTEXT: Lisa Sharp's toy gun is discarded in the murk.

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HOVERTEXT: EXT. THE SWAMP - LATE DAY Lisa Sharp's toy gun is discarded in the murk.
HOVERTEXT: EXT. THE RED RIVER - BEHIND THE OVERSEER'S TOWER - LATE DAY Peppermint plants line the Red River.
HOVERTEXT: Walnut holds a piece of peppermint, fastened to a string necklace, up to her nose.
MINIHEAD: Is the earth bleppermint working for your headache, Walnut? 
WALNUT: Walnut might needs a new head soons... 
HOVERTEXT: EXT. FOREST ON THE OUTSKIRTS OF THE PLANTATION - LATE DAY Lisa Sharp, Pinky, Jayjay, Boom, Bug and Walnut wander around carefully in the woods.
BUG: I-i-is you sure we ain't escapin' right now? We keep gettin' further and further from the plantation.

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HOVERTEXT: Lisa Sharp points out footsteps on the ground. Pinky records this on her map using Boom's back as a surface. Bug senses something isn't right.
MINIHEAD: Walnut. They're about to find it.
HOVERTEXT: The forest gets darker. Jayjay suggests they go back home. Spirits begin pouring out of trees.
MINIHEAD: This may be your last chance to let me do something about them--nonviolently, of course.
HOVERTEXT: A ghost creeps up behind Bug.
WALNUT: ...My skys famblys is sayings to at mes I shoulds let yous.

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HOVERTEXT: Bug is startled by a GHOST.
HOVERTEXT: He falls backwards into a long curtain of leaves belonging to a willow tree at the top of the hill.
BUG: D-d-did anybody else see that?! 
PINKY: Nevermind that...Look at THAT.

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HOVERTEXT: Pinky parts the foliage leading the way for the rest to wander beneath the tree.  A SPACESHIP sits inside, its scale so grand it makes it hard to believe it could fit under the tree at all.

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TEXT:  Ghosts
Projected by Minihead during the trip through the graveyard
TEXT: Toilet
Spawned in during the bathroom Blamagotchi minigame.
Repurposed as the pilot's seat.
TEXT: Wooden panels
The regular wood Walnut uses in most inventions.
TEXT:Metal panels
Made from melted down guns.
TEXT: Minihead's wires
Megafuturistic tech from Minihead's anatomy,
which originally came from Red Planet.
TEXT:The Overseer's Guns
Stolen from the Overseer's tower.
The ship's primary engine.
GODHEAD: In the week since I got here we've been hard at work creating Walnut's ship. Putting the catastrophic circumstance of the present aside, it's pretty cool, right? 

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HOVERTEXT: EXT. THE WILLOW TREE - NIGHT (CONT'D)
HOVERTEXT: Even Lisa Sharp finds herself awed. Walnut falls behind the rest.
PINKY: This is amazing... What is this? Walnut, you couldn't have...?

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HOVERTEXT: She clenches her head in pain, her headache still ongoing.
WALNUT: ...Dis my flyships dats I been sneaksins out to built-it all da six days. 
PINKY: So instead of building your sister a real weapon, you used the materials for this... Amazing... 

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HOVERTEXT: Lisa Sharp looks at her reflection in the guns attached to the bottom of the ship.
HOVERTEXT: Pinky tugs on her sleeve.
PINKY: Don't be upset, Lisa Sharp. Think of how we can use this. Does it fly? 
WALNUT: Nots yets it's nots dones. 
PINKY: Well? What does it need to be completed? This could be our ride out of here. We could reach the North by tonight...! 
HOVERTEXT: Bug snaps his head up from the ground.
BUG: T-tonight? You said we was goin' back to the plantation tonight. 
JAYJAY: You mean...we's leavin' home without even sayin' goodbye? But...But... 
PINKY: Oh! Okay. Go home then. You can always take the next flying spacecraft you happen upon out of lifelong bondage...not!