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Resident Voodoo Master
Join Date: Mar 2009
Location: Pathetic Perth Telltale Games Level: 3,652
Posts: 3,623
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Sam: Well, here we are in this great dirty hole, little buddy.
Max: Yeah, and this cave's pretty filthy, too.
Sam: Yeah, and this... Wait, what did you think I was talking about?
Max: What did I think who was something about what?
Sam: Never mind. Let's find a way out of this cave.
Max: I hope it involves overly-complicated puzzles!
Sam: I'm sure it will, little buddy.
TALK TO MAX (serves as sort of a hint service)
Sam: I'm baffled, little buddy!
Max: Me too. Luckily I have much too short of an attention span to really care abou... Hey! Skeletons! Lookie, Sam! Let's make them pick their noses!
DISCOVER OPENING
Sam: Well, what do you know!? A convenient little opening in this caved in wall that everyone can see! Except for YOU!
Max: Except for who, Sam?
Sam: The Government, of course! They're always watching us!
Max: Sam, I pretty much AM the government, so there is no way in Hell that they know anything about anything!
Sam: Well then... Let's try getting out of here, hey little buddy?
Max: You read my mind, Sam!
Sam: No, I think it's the other way around. Goofball.
INVENTORY
Sam: {Just says everything in the inventory}
MOLE PEOPLE
Max: Hey! Filthy Mole Men!
Sam: Max, be a little more sensitive to the... Eughh!
Mole Man: What?
Max: As I am your leader, I believe it is only fitting to behave exactly like me.
Sam: Ummm, maybe not EXACTLY like him... Like, only act like him in the wearing-of-clothes-part.
Mole Man: But he doesn't wear clothes!
Max: Exactly
Sam: Sweet Moleman Nipples on a ride to Santa Monaco on a Cheese Log! My eyes are burning!
Mole Man: Where should I put my forbidden clothing, Leader?
Max: I don't care, dump it on the ground; Sam's the one who has to pick it up and carry it around in his suit anyway!
Sam: &%$#
Max: Ampersand, percent, dollar, hash? Your cursing has gone downhill ever since you took that anger management class!
BOX
Sam: Ooh, it's an unholy box of terrible evil, Max! I dare you to touch it!
Max: Ok. (Max absorbs power from the box, floats in midair, and smacks Sam across the face with his power. Then, it vanishes, and Sam pockets the Toybox. Bet you wish this was a graphical game now, huh?)
Max: Who was that?
Sam: Don't worry about it, it was just pesky narration. But I have a feeling we won't be hearing from him any more...
Max: Right. Because I just cleaned his clock!
Sam: You killed him!?!
Max: What? No, I literally cleaned his clock in exchange for him not butting in anymore!
ROBES
Sam: God, the things I do... Shudder...
USE ROBES WITH CELL
Sam: Oh, great, the sweat shorted out the phone's camera!
Max: Did it erase the harddrive?
Sam: No, why?
Max: Uh, no reason. By the way, Sam, can I see that phone for a second?
USE PROTECTED CELL WITH HOLE
Sam: Conveniently, it fits right through, even with the extra padding!
Max: I hope it doesn't fall into the river!
TELEPORT (anytime)
Max: Got your barfbag, Sam?
Sam: Barfbag? What the...
{TELEPORT}
Sam: Blarrrghh!
Max: It's OK, Sam, even men throw up sometimes!
Sam: Max, that's not like you to say that!?
Max: I wasn't done! Even men throw up sometimes... Sissy men!
Sam: {slap}
That's all I could be bothered doing for the time being. Now, if you'll excuse me, it's 12:15, and I need sleep!
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