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| - Nice work, kid! You may be able to help me around here. The war with Fuse means business has been booming! Stop by if you want to lend a hand.
- Good job! I love the smell of money. At least it smells better than an old sweatsock! Take a reward for your trouble.
- Listen if Eddy wants his money, you're gonna have to get my wallet back from those Dire Hydras nearby.
- Bring that kid his wallet, then get me my moolah!
- Hey, did Eddy buy the sock? Sweet! Come back here.
- Go find Ranger Joey! He's somewhere around here in the Cul-de-Sac, and he owes me a dollar!
- You got it! Bring it over here, okay?
- There's only one thing worse than a stupid alien invasion: when a stupid Urban Ranger owes you money. Can you find that kid Joey? He's here in the Cul-de-Sac.
- What's this? A dirty sweatsock? Hmmm...smells gross. This might keep the monsters at bay. That's worth at least a buck and a quarter.
- Thanks, pal. I'm gonna keep the quarter. Bring this dollar back to Eddy and we'll be Even Steven.
- Err...my wallet is empty. Oops. Here, maybe Eddy will take this dirty sweatsock instead.
- Hey, go tell that kid Joey that I still want my money. But you can bring him the cash for that groovy sweatsock.
- Hey, what did Joey give you? Bring it over to me right now!
- Hurry up and get back here with my money, already. I'm starting to grow mold.
- Yeah, I owe Eddy a dollar for some x-ray specs that he gave me. But they didn't even work!
- Oh, the old "monsters stole my wallet" excuse. I guess you better go outside the Cul-de-Sac and beat up some Dire Hydras.
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