Almost there...
*starts rubbing her hands*
Mecha-Drago: *drinks the soda in a single go*
Bach: Squeako... (Wow, you were really thirsty...)
Mecha-Drago: Growl. (Yes, I guess I was.)
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Amanda: ...I'm not sure. They seem to be talking about a... *narrows her eyes* "problem".
Comet Sword: I am... slowly but surely...
Sammy: Then let's go! *grabs Hazel's hand, before rushing toward the exit* We gotta break the door! Are you ready?
Freddy: Umm... *withdraws the guitar* Oh, indeed! We need to get to the generator. *restarts walking*
"Linda": Aww... I was having so much fun. *follows Freddy*
Walter: Maybe we lure them toward the arcade, so that we can get more time...
Aika: ... *sighs, before slowly lying down the forks and knives* I guess... I'm just a bit stressed. *makes a doll appear, before starting stroking it* I'm not used to the responsibilities. I've lived alone for most of my life, and... the dolls were my only company... I'm used to take care only for myself and my dolls, and not to control a whole world.
Kirby: Poyo! *whacks Wheatley* Poyo! *whacks again* POYO! *whacks one last time, before feeling out of energy*