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Dr Quickly: This is ridiculous! I can't think of anything!! If I don't have something awesome to shew the Association, they'll revoke my Mad License!
Dr Quickly: As if having to find employment in the aftermath of my revocation and thus becoming a "barista" were not sufficiently demeaning, now they are forcing me to SWAB THE DECKS!!
Noel: A DOZY SLOOP! MAN THE ESPRESSO CANNONS!!
Dr Quickly: Bah.
Space Frog: FOR YOUR PERPETRAITOROUS CRIMES AT THE SCALDING AND JITTERYING GUNS OF A PIRATE VESSEL PREYING ON THE SLEEPY SCULLERS OF A PEACEFUL KINGDOM THE SENTENCE IS DEATH
Dr Quickly: A sea judge!!
[[Dr Quickly sinks into the ocean.]]
Dr Quickly: This isn't so bad... as grim fates go...
[[The kids in SUB LAB THETA THREE find a relic: Dr Quickly's corpse.]]
Rabish: I believe this to be the skeleton of AN ATLANTEAN!
Rabid: Oh, if only Dr Quickly were here, he'd be so excited!!