Blathers: Pshhh... Player: What's wrong? Blathers: I should say, dear Brewster has provided me much entertainment over the years... It's not that the fellow is naive, per se, its just... Well... How to put this? Blathers: The wonderful pigeon is just rather simple. Player: Really? Blathers: Indeed, he is, though I don't mean to say he's daft... He's just innocent. Blathers: Now of course, most folk would see right through such a charlatan... Not our pigeon, however. Thank goodness I showed up when I did, eh Wot! Blathers: Indeed, "FAKE!" I cried, and the cad fled from my pique-ruffled feathers!
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| - Blathers: Pshhh... Player: What's wrong? Blathers: I should say, dear Brewster has provided me much entertainment over the years... It's not that the fellow is naive, per se, its just... Well... How to put this? Blathers: The wonderful pigeon is just rather simple. Player: Really? Blathers: Indeed, he is, though I don't mean to say he's daft... He's just innocent. Blathers: Now of course, most folk would see right through such a charlatan... Not our pigeon, however. Thank goodness I showed up when I did, eh Wot! Blathers: Indeed, "FAKE!" I cried, and the cad fled from my pique-ruffled feathers!
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| - Blathers: Pshhh... Player: What's wrong? Blathers: I should say, dear Brewster has provided me much entertainment over the years... It's not that the fellow is naive, per se, its just... Well... How to put this? Blathers: The wonderful pigeon is just rather simple. Player: Really? Blathers: Indeed, he is, though I don't mean to say he's daft... He's just innocent. Blathers: For instance, the other day, a sleazy business-type oozed into the cafe... This wretch was trying to sell Brewster a counterfeit piece of art! Hoo-rrific! "Real Coffee. Real Art. Real Profits. You'd be CRAZY to pass up this deal!" Blathers: Now of course, most folk would see right through such a charlatan... Not our pigeon, however. Thank goodness I showed up when I did, eh Wot! Blathers: Indeed, "FAKE!" I cried, and the cad fled from my pique-ruffled feathers!
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