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Noel: the king dreams salt / she has soft hands helpless / sparkle wake mornings prisoner / young translucent ghost worryed
Noel: I think that's my best one yet!!
<<CLONK>>
Noel: OW!!
King: GASP!! My dream -- the OCEAN!!
King: Would you PLEASE help with the rowing, My Queen?
Noel: What? Where am I?
King: I think we're lost...
Noel: ZZZZZZ
Noel: I was really hoping to wake up back home.
King: Ah, the sunrise!!
Rabid: Are you guys, like, lost? I can go get help!!
King: Thank you!!
Rabid: We're at the hospital now, Noel. You'll be okay.
Noel: We're... at the hospital?