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    Pro and Mollie are walking down a tunnel, chatting and shit, when Ace falls out of the ceiling. "Ahh!" He falls on his ass. Again.

    Mollie blinks. "Oh. Great. It's back."
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    Mollie looks at him. "Well, Apollo is like musical or whatever. Probably some random piece of junk he only used once."

    Pro runs his hand down his face. "Maybe it's like a giant piano he drops on mortals."

    Mollie smiles. "Or a big drum set that gives people migraines."

    Pro laughs. "Or it's big maracas he just uses as a club."
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    Ace huffs. "Well fine then, Miss British." Pro looks up. "What did she even say that was British?" Ace throws up his hands dramatically. "She used a big, fancy, British tea party-ish word!" Pro rolls his eyes exasperatedly. "That's not British, Ace."

    Gem smiles and stops masking her accent. "Mate, I'm Aussie. Not British."

    Ace bounces over. "You're Australian? Can you fight crocodiles? Oo do you HAVE a crocodile? Where? I want to meet him!"

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