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crystal: This place is quiet. Too quiet for my liking.
crystal: I feel strangely... disconnected from the world, and it's not just from the bridge being cut. I feel strangely disconnected from the demon world, too.
crystal: I need to do what I'm here to do, and find a way out of here.
crystal: Ah, here comes my first victim. I'll use my natural charm to hook him, then I'll petrify him with my deadly gaze.
crystal: Excuse me...
barlow: Can't talk now, I'm in a hurry!
crystal: Look me in the eye and say that again.
barlow: Sorry, I'm seriously trying to get out of town while I can.
crystal: Where are you off to in such a hurry?
barlow: I'm leaving this place forever. I'm heading out to make my mark in the big city.
barlow: I don't know who you are or how you had the misfortune to find this town, but take my advice... Spider Cliff is a dying town.
crystal: Heh, you're certainly right about that.
crystal: What's so wrong with Spider Cliff?
barlow: What ISN'T wrong with Spider Cliff?
barlow: It's a small town filled with small-town mentalities. They think Bertrand Russell is a movie star, not to mention all those ridiculous ideas about demonic invasions.
crystal: Well, they're just a little... did you say demonic invasions?
barlow: Yeah, the townsfolk here have always been uptight about demons and the supernatural. Silly, isn't it?
crystal: Well... sometimes you see that sort of... quaint superstition in places like this.
barlow: Yeah, but how many towns have an official demon-hunter?
crystal: Demon-hunter?!
barlow: Yeah, ridiculous.
crystal: I'm... uh, the new waitress at the diner. I guess.
barlow: You are... oh!... uh... okay...
crystal: Er... why wouldn't I be? Have you seen the new waitress?
barlow: Oh, no, no. It's just... Rebecca said she'd be... uh, rather ugly, but...
crystal: Oh... is that so?
barlow: Don't get the wrong idea! I mean, if you are the new waitress... sorry I mentioned it...
crystal: How do you get to the big city?
barlow: Well, it's easy. Just go back the way you came.
barlow: I'm just going to follow the lights. I've never actually been to Sprawling-Mossville, even if it is only a few miles away.
crystal: So you think I'm ugly?!
barlow: No, that's not it at all! I was merely surprised... you're not as ugly as we were expecting...
crystal: AS ugly?!
barlow: Right...
crystal: So I'm only SOMEWHAT UGLY? Is that it?
barlow: That's not what I was saying. You're taking this out of context!
crystal: They'll never take me alive! I'll fight to the end!
barlow: Oh, you'll fit in just fine around here.
crystal: Huh?
barlow: Why is it that all this supernatural junk always attracts your type?
crystal: What type is that?
barlow: Drama majors.
crystal: I am not!... was I overacting?
barlow: I should say so... and this is my cue to leave, stage right.
crystal: What if an actual demon wandered into town? What would happen?
barlow: Nothing, because there's no such thing as demons.
crystal: But hypothetically, would the demon-hunter be required to kill it?
barlow: Given that I'm leaving town, and I AM the demon-hunter, I'd say no.
crystal: Well you look like you're in a hurry, so I won't hold you back... Nice meeting you.
crystal: Does the town have demon traps and stuff like that?
barlow: Oh, for tourists? Yeah, I guess we do. There certainly are a lot of demon-detectors set up around town. I wouldn't find them all that interesting.
barlow: In fact, they don't even work right. They've been going off all afternoon.
crystal: Heh, isn't that something?
barlow: Well, I can't stand around here all day. It was nice to meet you.
crystal: By the way, how does one go about leaving town?
barlow: By crossing the bridge, of course.
crystal: Any other way out of town?
barlow: No other way than the bridge. Thank goodness it's there, right?
barlow: ...Right?!
crystal: Well... it's not.
crystal: I have something caught in my eye... do you see it? Let me take my glasses off.
barlow: How did you get something in your eye? You're wearing such large sunglasses.
crystal: Oh, it happened a few minutes ago... uh, when the bridge fell down.
barlow: THE BRIDGE IS GONE?!
barlow: This is terrible! TERRIBLE!!! I'll never get out of this town!
barlow: I... I... trouble breathing... foggy vision...
crystal: Oh, get a grip.
barlow: AHHHHHH!!!