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Normal Joe	Normal Joe says, "This is a scene, all about how. My life got flipped, turned upside down. Just sit a little minute just sit right there, I'll tell you how I became a magical girl."
Normal Joe	Normal Joe says, "DUH DUH DUH NAAA DUH DUH. NANANANA DAH NHA NA NA NA NOW I GOT IN A LITTLE TIFF AND MY MASCOT GOT SCARED, HE SAID YOU'RE GOING OUT TO LIVE WITH YOUR GRANDMA IN THE 4 WARDS."
KitKat	KitKat says, "Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché"
KitKat	KitKat says, "Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché"
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KitKat	KitKat says, "Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich? Clich?"
KitKat	KitKat says, "cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché"
KitKat	Hit the lights tonight It's my night flight Let me out, leave them now, it's a deadline I gotta get out of here Nemophila, Night Flight. However, after a few moments, she realized... her words were being stolen. Oh. And her microphone erupted into flame. Oh. It. Was. ON. Her eyes blazed with that competitive spirit. You think you can steal the music out of a kirakirafantastica unicorn?! You think you can BEAT HER by STEALING SOME WORDS?! BRING! IT! ON! Crush your face tonight It's the right fight Break her out, trap you here, can't steal my line You're gonna be beaten over there Hopefully... the others could use this to their advantage. She couldn't be much more distracting than she was now. At least, she didn't think she could. Good thing about dreams, or maybe it was the KKF music, but the background beats had at least changed? Close your mouth now Run away from us Until you see? I won't stand you anymore She was waiting, though, for that man to come close enough. Because she was BLAZING, now. There's everything more we can do We'll smash this game tonight! As she finished that line, her other hand not holding the microphone reached out towards the girl... offering the palm up. Come on, girl. It's not so scary. He's just some loser in a top hat. Sing heavy metal with me. Bring them somewhere else. Imagine somewhere else. Not this gloomy, lousy station where he has the advantage. Somewhere wild. Somewhere loud. Somewhere even Sailor Moon won't be scared. (edited)
KitKat	Hit the lights tonight It's my night flight Let me out, leave them now, it's a deadline I gotta get out of here Nemophila, Night Flight. However, after a few moments, she realized... her words were being stolen. Oh. And her microphone erupted into flame. Oh. It. Was. ON. Her eyes blazed with that competitive spirit. You think you can steal the music out of a kirakirafantastica unicorn?! You think you can BEAT HER by STEALING SOME WORDS?! BRING! IT! ON! Crush your face tonight It's the right fight Break her out, trap you here, can't steal my line You're gonna be beaten over there Hopefully... the others could use this to their advantage. She couldn't be much more distracting than she was now. At least, she didn't think she could. Good thing about dreams, or maybe it was the KKF music, but the background beats had at least changed? Close your mouth now Run away from us Until you see? I won't stand you anymore She was waiting, though, for that man to come close enough. Because she was BLAZING, now. There's everything more we can do We'll smash this game tonight! As she finished that line, her other hand not holding the microphone reached out towards the girl... offering the palm up. Come on, girl. It's not so scary. He's just some loser in a top hat. Sing heavy metal with me. Bring them somewhere else. Imagine somewhere else. Not this gloomy, lousy station where he has the advantage. Somewhere wild. Somewhere loud. Somewhere even Sailor Moon won't be scared. (edited)