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barlow: ....And she can't do anything quietly. She intentionally stomps around in that room she has right above me!
barlow: When does she even sleep? She's up until who knows when, and then she already gone by the time I wake up.
turnip: Barlow, you sleep like ten hours a night.
barlow: I need my sleep, which I can't get when she's hammering nails into the wall at eleven o'clock at night!
turnip: Barlow, give it a rest. You've been talking about her nonstop for an hour.
barlow: Do I talk about her too much?
turnip: Well... one might get the impression that you're a little... obsessed about her...
barlow: I am not obsessed!
barlow: She's a foul creature for the underworld! There's nothing about her that intrigues my in the least way.
barlow: Why... I almost killed her a few days ago!
alex: Yeah, but you didn't. And that's got us wondering...
turnip: You know, there's not really anything wrong with her... in my opinion.
barlow: Don't you think she's taking advantage of me?
turnip: No, I'm sure you annoy her just as much as she annoys you.
barlow: What do you mean? I'm an ideal housemate.
turnip: In my opinion, you could be worse housemates than her.
barlow: You try living with a demon!
turnip: Is it any different than living in a marsh full of zombies?
barlow: But she doesn't fit in well, in the town. It doesn't make sense for her to live there.
turnip: There's a lot about that town that doesn't make sense. Just look at that justice system.
barlow: Madame Turning works out pretty well for us.
turnip: You judge is a coin-operated machine, and you all take whatever she says as canon law. We've seen it twice recently, and each time I wonder how you can put your trust into something so... unnatural.
alex: You shouldn't mock our ways, little mammal.
turnip: The way I see it, there's a lot of things wrong with Spider Cliff. Look at the way the sheriff hunts my brothers and sisters for sport. In comparison, Crystal is a saint. But that's just my opinion.
alex: If you want my opinion... Well, you know my opinion.
alex: It's not up to me who you let stay in our town. You know I'm not wild about her. Just remember, it's because of her natural ability of attracting evil that we're here cleaning up zombies.
barlow: We've almost got the last of them. This is nothing compared to when she first came to town.
turnip: They're getting slower, too. I think these latest zombies are pretty much the bottom of the barrel.
barlow: It's not her fault. It's not like she's raising up zombies just for kicks.
turnip: Barlow, for all that complaining you spout off, it's funny that you always seem prepared to apologize for any trouble she causes.
barlow: Oh, you're completely taking that out of context!
alex: Hey, knock it off. We need to concentrate on our mission here.
barlow: What's the status of the zombie situation?
alex: I think there's about seven or eight in there. They're coming slower now, so maybe we're seeing the last of them.
turnip: This series of barricades has been great for trapping them. We haven't had any trouble from them. We're just waiting for you to take care of them.
barlow: Let's take care of these zombies and call it a day.
alex: I agree. This place gets really creepy after dark.
turnip: And Barlow will want to get back home to Crystal, so he can have something to complain about tomorrow.
barlow: Not cool!
barlow: Has Eliza noticed the zombies yet? She spends more of her time in the marsh.
turnip: I don't think she's noticed anything. Of course, she doesn't see much more than those plants she loves so much. And if she did see a zombie, she'd have to rationalize it as something less supernatural.
barlow: I wonder how she'd manage it?
barlow: Anything else going on in the marsh?
turnip: Nope. It's been quiet, if you don't count the zombies.
turnip: My brethren have been faring well. In fact, my efforts to educate them about the sheriff's traps have been working. And the sheriff hasn't even set any new traps for a few days.