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* Percy: Uh? What, Ace? Trying to make me feel better? (Ace gives a loud roar)
* Percy: Golly, thanks a bunch, Ace! You always know just what to roar! You're the best buddy ever. With you as my sidekick, nothing's gonna get me down! I'm done obeying Pop's dumb rules. Which includes staying here in my Deeprealm. Let's get outta here, Ace! (Scene transitions to Arthur)
* Arthur: He must be around here somewhere. PERCY? HELLO? PERCY? Oh, my son! My offspring! Oh, sidekick, not yet old enough to kick at my side! Why would you leave our most secret of lairs in your Deeprealm? Ew, oogie. Dragon dung, whizzing past my heroic brow? A close call. But where'd it come from?
* Percy: ...
* Arthur: Percy! Where have you been? I've been worried sick. Leaving the secret lair? Clearly, you must have gotten lost. No need to worry. I'll have you back home in a flash. Must say it's nice to see you, Son. It's been a while. I hardly recognize you.
* Percy: ...
* Arthur: Hmm? What's eating you, Percy? Come on, out with it.
* Percy: I hate you, Pops.
* Arthur: Huh?!
* Percy: All your talk about justice... How just is it to never visit me? You're...you're... You're a villain! You're my worst enemy! You're my... You're my archnemesis! W-w-waaaaah! (Percy leaves)
* Arthur: Never fear, Percy. Pops is here! (Yeesh! What's gotten into him? Archnemesis?!) Ahoy there, friend!
* Mercenary: Ha. Friend? I'm no friend to some jerk who makes kids cry their eyes out.
* Arthur: Ha Ha! You've fallen into the covered pit of misconception, stranger. Here, I'll help you out before you're gored upon the spikes of wrongheadedness! That was no kid. That was my son. My spawn! Fruit of my loins!
* Mercenary: What?! The way he ran off crying? No way. Who are you really villain?!
* Arthur: Evil has met its match! I am Arthur!
* Mercenary: Whuh? No you're not! I recognize you! You're...you're...GAZAK!
* Arthur: No. Your ears must be clogged, friend. Listen up. As I just said... Evil has met its match! I am Arthur!
* Mercenary: What?! You can't fool me, Gazak! I'd recognize that chin anywhere! It's got bandit written all over it!
* Arthur: Oh, um, well... I assure you that my chin is not the graffiti wall of evil. Here, fellow, my son comes back. He'll clear this matter up.
* Percy: Back, evildoer! Return to whatever dark hole of naughtiness you crawled out of! I think that mercenary has you pegged. You ARE Gazak!
* Arthur: Percy!
* Mercenary: Charge, friends! I've found Gazak! Time for this bandit to come to justice!
* Arthur: What? You must be joking.
* Silas: Wow, that really spiraled out of control. We'd better get in there and back Arthur up, I guess.
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