Cheshire Cat: That was still the tutorial, you know. You have to finish everything before they send you to stage select. Cheshire Cat: This is what we like to call "game over"-- but you're lucky. I'm feeling generous.
Cheshire Cat: Not even close. Cheshire Cat: I'll restore your HP for now-- do keep a closer eye on it, will you? Cheshire Cat: If you go haring off every which way, you're just going to keep dying. One only gets so many lives. Unless you buy a permenant revival from the cash shop, but that is neither here nor there.
[ He flattens his hands on thin air, then spreads them-- a paper-thin black console covered in bright green text appears, scrolling too quickly to read. ]
[ It's all technological nonsense until the name "Mint" appears in bold letters-- but that's quickly lost in a jumble of numbers and symbols as well. ]
Cheshire Cat: Can't you read? Cheshire Cat: I'm The Cheshire Cat. Look at the text window. Cheshire Cat: My job here is to make sure idiots like you don't stay dead.
Cheshire Cat: It doesn't matter much, does it? You don't belong here. Cheshire Cat: Just don't mess things up too badly. It causes problems, you know.
[ He rearranges something on the screen and the text flashes blue, as her health bar fills back up. He closes up the panel before advancing on her, and shoving her backwards with a hand. ]
Cheshire Cat: I'd rather not see you here again, even if it is something to do.
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Cheshire Cat: This is what we like to call "game over"-- but you're lucky. I'm feeling generous.
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Oh? Sending me to the winners' circle?
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Cheshire Cat: I'll restore your HP for now-- do keep a closer eye on it, will you?
Cheshire Cat: If you go haring off every which way, you're just going to keep dying. One only gets so many lives. Unless you buy a permenant revival from the cash shop, but that is neither here nor there.
[ He flattens his hands on thin air, then spreads them-- a paper-thin black console covered in bright green text appears, scrolling too quickly to read. ]
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Alright, alright. Who're you supposed to be anyway?
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Cheshire Cat: Can't you read?
Cheshire Cat: I'm The Cheshire Cat. Look at the text window.
Cheshire Cat: My job here is to make sure idiots like you don't stay dead.
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And what's my job, then?
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Cheshire Cat: Just don't mess things up too badly. It causes problems, you know.
[ He rearranges something on the screen and the text flashes blue, as her health bar fills back up. He closes up the panel before advancing on her, and shoving her backwards with a hand. ]
Cheshire Cat: I'd rather not see you here again, even if it is something to do.
[ The darkness warps around Mint's body, and she tumbles backwards onto solid ground... ]