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MARCUS
Evening, gang. That's not all.
IVY
Marcus, finally! We're about to get cooked alive... by some form
of cursed cookware.
ADAM
Jeff's a no-show. If we ever needed someone to bust out a spell,
bud, it's now. We need your elf juju.
MARCUS
Is Mom still up?
He looks past his friends.
CHADWICK
Think so, but I was about to check up on her. Go on, we'll wait.
IVY
Zounds! Does my sword's aura indicate any source of its magic?
The cauldron's, I mean.
CHADWICK
You'd think it would, but - no.
ADAM
Not using your sword again, are you, as a wedge?
IVY
Please, it's a precision instrument! Besides... I'm incredibly
strong.
ADAM
(gently scoffs)
For a _human_.
IVY
Be glad I didn't play my Ogress. She's a real... nightmare.
Remember, "Crabbe-meat"?
CHADWICK
Um, I think... well, okay, this sucks, but my hours got changed.
I'm closing every Friday, starting next week, until further notice.
IVY
(shocked)
No way!
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