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Pikmin Story Serial

Ever heard of frying pan to fire? Try blowing to bumbling. I know it sounds confusing, but try being blown around by a bunch of floating blowhogs while your Groink is preoccupied with a round object. Then get picked up and used for the worst game of catch in the history of Snitchbugs, and you'll understand my pain.

My Groink can really just die, for all I care. He's really useless.

Oh no, that Dirigibug can't mean too good a fate for him.

Yep.

Now he's done it.

HE ATE IT!

That Groink is as good as dead.

Hey, look. A broken off antennae. These Snitchbugs must be working hard! Maybe I can write a letter on it.

Der Ollim-

Toss.

-mar

Catch.

I am-

Toss.

-havi-

Catch.

-n

Toss.

-

Toss. Catch. Toss. Catch. Fumble. Catch.

This is getting old really fast...

It is time for therapy, Bumbler! Just hold still, and you'll feel better than you have in a long time.

That's it. Listen to Uncle Louie. Obey him. Follow his every whim.

Now, which one of you is the king?

You don't have one?

We'll have to remedy that. Tell your friends to pick up those weapons on the ground. Now, aim at those Blowhogs and fire!

Wow, with a sharpshooting army like that, who knows what we can accomplish!

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-''This is it... this is the end... I am going to die... I can't die!... I want to live... Then again, this place isn't so bad... I want some cheese...''
+Ever heard of frying pan to fire? Try blowing to bumbling. I know it sounds confusing, but try being blown around by a bunch of floating blowhogs while your Groink is preoccupied with a round object. Then get picked up and used for the worst game of catch in the history of Snitchbugs, and you'll understand my pain.
-These and many other thoughts are pounding through my brain. Being inside a Jellyfloat will do that to you.
+My Groink can really just die, for all I care. He's really useless.
-Where's my groink? He's preoccupied with another, even bigger Jellyfloat. If he were a little brighter, he would stop pounding the carcass and instead come to my aid.
+Oh no, that Dirigibug can't mean too good a fate for him.
-''Turtle soup was always a favourite... I'm going to die... I want an Xbox 360... It smells like bacon in here... WATCH OUT MY LOVE!!!''
+Yep.
-Now I'm really going crazy. If I can just signal my groink... But how?
+Now he's done it.
-My beacon! Of course! If I just press this button...
+HE ATE IT!
-Yes! The Groink is turning my way. He immediately points our latest weapon, a blowtorch (I call it a topkcorc, 'cause, you know, its a fast cooker? Get it? Slow is the opposite of hot, so the opposite of a slow cooker, a crockpot, would be?...). He immediately sears the Jellyfloat, reducing it to even worse mush than before.
+That Groink is as good as dead.
-Thank you, Groink! Although now I am in desperate need of a bath. Come on, let's go to the next sublevel.
+Hey, look. A broken off antennae. These Snitchbugs must be working hard! Maybe I can write a letter on it.
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+''Der Ollim-''
-Now that was a feast! My Groink cooked up a couple of Dirigibugs, which made an excellent meal. I think I'll write a letter to Olimar about this level.
+Toss.
-''Der Ollimmar''
+''-mar''
-''Wen down her, wach owt! Ther ar Carrenig Drigbugs, probbabli 4, mi Grink cooked up a fw. In addishon, ther shud be a Bumblig Snicbug or 3. As a mattere of fac, one grabbed my Grink and pikked it up. I <s>vallantlee</s> vallantle fot the beeest until finnale, wit one megga-powwrfull punc, I flowred it and frede my Grink. And tat is exzaclle how it happennd.''
+Catch.
-Reespec but not luv,
+''I am-''
-Louie
+Toss.
+''-havi-''
+Catch.
+''-n''
+Toss.
+''-''
+Toss. Catch. Toss. Catch. Fumble. Catch.
+This is getting old really fast...
+It is time for therapy, Bumbler! Just hold still, and you'll feel better than you have in a long time.
+That's it. Listen to Uncle Louie. Obey him. Follow his every whim.
+Now, which one of you is the king?
+You don't have one?
+We'll have to remedy that. Tell your friends to pick up those weapons on the ground. Now, aim at those Blowhogs and fire!
+Wow, with a sharpshooting army like that, who knows what we can accomplish!
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