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Captivated by her own thoughts, she thought not of the blue hedgehog behind her. Her attention was completely on something different. Paying no mind to the young male that was so bent upon not being noticed, she sat down, playing with her soft quills, thinking about the many styles that they could go in.
Although, that thought came to a halt hearing a creaking noise. She turned her head to see that it was just Sonic.
“Oh, it’s just you.”
That came out more bitterly than intended.
Oh no. It’s all over. He’s going to die here. He’s going to be hugged and probably is never going to be let go. This is his life now. He never wanted to die like th-
…Wait, what? That came out rather oddly. Did she think that he was one of those fakers? No, that couldn’t be it. She knew a Sonic when she saw one, thats for sure. He decided to approach this somewhat maturely, and walked over. He tilted his head while frowning. He didn’t like seeing his friends down, and he wanted some answers.
smileimi
This once rosy-cheeked female wasn’t really out thinking about this pesky blue hedgehog. She was pale in the face and just plain out sad. Amy wasn’t all that cheerful. Not today. Why? There was no particular reason that she would have loved to share. She just woke up in this type of mood. Everyone did at some point, didn’t they?
She felt a presence come closer to her. She huffed.
“Sonic, what do you want..?” There was a different tone that she had with the other. It wasn’t one that was comforting. It was more or less the opposite. In fact, it was worse. Very unwelcoming. It was so much not like her at all. Replaying that hissy tone in her head she went to apologize.
like having someone touch your hand with the tips of their fingers shouldn’t feel like So Much it shouldn’t feel like your whole body is going into anaphylactic shock but here we are. here we are.
what if medusa was a real woman. i mean: what if the woman with snakes in her hair was once a tiny girl with beautiful braids in her black hair.
what if the stories came from her smooth hands. when she was six she could make pottery that looked like flowers blooming in your palms. could carefully create replicas of any plant she saw.
and medusa was smart. ran from home, tucked up her hair so it looked short, made herself into a little boy. besides, they liked pretty boys. medusa at school with top grades, sending her unknowable stares at the other men. because the whole time she’s learning the planes of their faces, the way they look while they’re thinking, the slight twist of their hand that meant they were lying.
medusa going home to sketch every little figure. comes to school in the morning with her hands caked in pottery clay. medusa learns. scrubs dirt on her face to mimic their planes. tilts her head the right way when she’s thinking. doesn’t twist her hand when she’s lying.
in her back yard, a little garden grows. statues of ceramic boys only three feet tall. at first, she can’t quite get the faces right. men are not the same as plants. there is something weird about the proportions she uses. medusa frowns.
she starts making animals instead for a bit, annoyed and disheartened. she’d always just been naturally good at it, and the fact she couldn’t just make something felt as if she’d lost her gift.
she makes cats and dogs and her neighbor’s birds and keeps going.
the snake wasn’t her favorite. he just wouldn’t leave her alone, so she gave up and let him sleep on her in the cold nights. besides, he was a small garden snake, couldn’t even bite her hard, just wanted a place of warmth. she let him rest on the angles of her shoulders, right near her neck, even if he sometimes forgot and held her too hard. that was okay. when she was little, she forgot too, sometimes, and shattered the slim walls of her pottery. the snake had a lot of growing up to do.
she loved no one. not because she was cold-hearted. just because it wasn’t something she wanted. she was busy with her artwork.
she chose an apprenticeship under a master craftsman. his sculptures made her breath stop. she was careful in the workshop, kept her things simple, kept her mouth shut. he called her stupid often. she would duck her head. sometimes she would make mistakes on purpose. all the while he only made sculptures of men. said there was no beauty in women. often made savage remarks about those they saw in the market.
and all the while, she watched him. she watched him and she went home and sketched. this is how his hands were when he made a vine. this is how they were when shaping a nose.
and her back yard garden would grow. little boys became her master, over and over and over, until she could get his jaw right. ceramic became sculpture.
he was who took her to athena’s temple. who shouted at her about how beautiful the statues were against her own. every week he’d come back and shame her. asked how the women there were smarter than the man she was supposed to be. medusa ducked her head and grit her teeth.
in her back yard, she made them. she made every god and goddess she’d seen in the city. her favorite was athena. she ached over her features. had spent so long in the world of men, was blinded by the beauty of women.
it was a black night. and medusa thought her master had left the temple before her. she loosened all the bindings that kept her from breathing. took her hair out. worshiped in peace. placed on athena’s alter a small and beautiful thing. the goddess, head tilted, thinking.
when he found medusa, what made him angry was not her small frame. it was the statute. a delicate thing. much better than the ones he had ever made.
he took it and snapped it in half. threw it deep in the temple’s well to rot. pulled her by her hair. demanded to know where it had come from.
medusa, angry, tired of hiding, tired of late nights and being a boy and pretending: medusa, athena-mad, spat on him. “I did it,” her voice is strong and full of hatred, “A woman made something better than a man could.”
He meant to kill her. To bash her head into the temple steps, claim it was an accident - or better yet, the spite of a god made flesh.
when he grabs her hair, the goddess bites back. athena, patron of creators, patron of the arts, patron of girls and those who are smart - she turns medusa’s hair into snakes.
it is a quick little thing, darts out and draws blood, almost falls from her hair as a result. she catches the creature and runs, runs until she feels numb.
and what if - while her master is making up a story about poseidon and athena’s rage, explaining medusa’s back yard full of frozen men as being evidence of her evilness - what if medusa finds friends in blind women. and they teach her how to feel what she is seeing. how to use her hands with her eyes closed to make maps of whatever she holds. she starts with plants again. her snake is big now, and has babies. she moves on to their little wiggling forms, amused when they make tiny rings around her fingers. she does not live in a cave. she dresses as a man again, goes to market, sells her roses and vines and beautiful (simple) things. buys herself and the women a nice house out beyond all the noise of it. fills their garden with frozen men.
when the men come to kill her - because now her name is known, it is whispered, sticks in the throat - they don’t find her. they find a tall man who tells them: look in the mountains. when they don’t come back, it’s no fault of medusa’s. frankly, she thinks they should have brought more supplies than their swords into the deep woods. she’s not cruel. when they leave, she makes a statue of them, as her version of a memorial.
but one man is not like the others. he finds her with her hair down, humming, dancing around a marble stone. her snakes are warming in the sun.
medusa? he asks her. it’s a name she hasn’t heard in a long while.
she is tired of being hunted. she just wants to make art. she waits for the sword point. but he hesitates. looks at her full in her face.
strikes a bargain. if she makes him a head for his shield, he will tell the others that she is good and dead. and he will sell her art to better patrons when he could - although he suggests at least hiding the signature she has with maybe a little less snake-like scrawl - he would make her name known.
but medusa knows men. knows they will chomp down on a horror story faster than that of the artist. she is already permanent. she says: no, here’s what happens.
after many months, he has his shield. she wouldn’t let him leave with the first nine hundred versions, always found something wrong with them. he grows fond of her in this time, agrees to her terms. even he can’t really look at the shield head-on. she has captured a scream, a rage, too much. it is so utterly human and at once not that it makes his skin crawl.
where medusa’s blood drops, serpents sprawl. or at least, that’s the code she uses. when he finds little girls who can make art, he sends them to her.
medusa does not expect to be known for the school that she starts. she is a women artist in a time of men, and her name is already dead to them. but i know medusa. i know her. she is known for her work.
after all, who can speak about medusa without mentioning how she froze the world?
Kids are putting Drano, tin foil, and a little water in plastic drink bottles and capping it up - leaving it on lawns, in mail boxes, in gardens, on driveways etc. just waiting for you to pick it up intending to put it in the rubbish, but you’ll never make it!!!
If the bottle is picked up, and the bottle is shaken even just a little - in about 30 seconds or less it builds up enough gas which then explodes with enough force to remove some your extremities. The liquid that comes out is boiling hot as well.
Don’t pick up any plastic bottles that may be lying in your yards or in the gutter, etc.
Pay attention to this. A plastic bottle with a cap. A little Drano. A little water. A small piece of foil. Disturb it by moving it; and BOOM!! No fingers left and other serious effects to your face, eyes, etc.
Please ensure that everyone that may not have email access are also informed of this.
Just a reminder that there are awful shitty people out there doing awful shitty things to everyone else
fullofsinfullust
there was a bunch of these at disneyland
askthegrandhighboob
i found one in my back yard, when i let my dogs out, i pulled them back inside, took my cousins bb shotgun and shot it from a safe distance (i was in my house and shot from the screen door. When it went off, my family and neighbors came running to see if everything was ok. I told them what happened and to watch out for them.
These things are not a joke! When we went to check the damage there was a fucking hole in the ground. The dirt in my yard is like CLAY.
00.42 –> [Marinette]: Oh, darn! I forgot my bag in my locker!… again… 00.45 –> [Alya]: Ha ha ha! One day, you will forget your head Marinette. 00.49 –> [Chloé]: Hé !! 00.51 –> [Marinette]: Nothing broken! 00.52 –> [Chloé]: Hahaha!
Lockers: 00.56 –> [Marinette]: Ah, I’m so stupid. 00.57 –> [Max]: Of course, you’re my best friend, I’m 100% sure of that. But I’ll also categorical with 98.2% that the teachers are not ready for such an evolution. 01.04 –> [Tikki]: His best friend is hidden in his schoolbag! 01.07 –> [Marinette]: It’s true that it’s weird. Who does that kind of thing? 01.11 –> Hide! Quick! 01.17 –> Hi Max! 01.18 –> [Max]: Oh, hi Marinette.
Classroom: 01.26 –> [Mlle Mendeleiev]: You can see for yourself M.Damoclès, when I push nothing displays. 01.29 –> [M.Damoclès]: It’s your lucky day Madame Mendeleiev. I have a few notions in data processing. 01.37 –> And!? 01.39 –> Voilà, it’s done! 01.42 –> [the class] Ahhhhh ! ^^ 01.47 –> [Mlle Mendeleiev]: Oh! It’s not a part of my lesson. Where does that dinosaur come from? 01.50 –> [Max] It’s a computer virus the Dino33, I can make it disap… 01.52 –> [Mlle Mendeleiev]: Back back to your place right now. Let the adults deal with it. 01.58 –> [??]: Tell them that if we don’t do something in the next 75s , there is 99.9% chance that the hard drive would be damaged in an irreversible way. 02.03 –> [Max]: Be quiet! 02.04 –> [Alya] You too, you heard his schoolbag talking? 02.07 –> [M.Damoclès]: Oh, it’s destroying all the school datas! It’s a catastrophe! 02.10 –> How much seconds do we have left, Max? 02.12 –> [Max]: Only 65. 02.14 –> [M.Damoclès]: Let him do it! 02.16 –> Now it’s your turn! 02.20 –> [Max]: Rahhh… Where is it ? 02.22 –> [??]: Is it what you’re looking for? 02.23 –> [Mlle Mendeleiev]: Huh!? 02.24 –> [the class] Waouh !! ^^ 02.25 –> [Max]: Ok, thank you. 02.27 –> It’s an antivirus key that I developed with the help of my… of my best friend. 02.33 –> [??]: Hello, my name is Markov. 02.34 –> [Markov]: We’ll get there Max. 02.40 –> [Max]: That USB drive will suck out 100% of the virus. 02.42 –> [Markov]: And, at the same time, clean the hard drive. 02.45 –> [M.Damoclès]: Oh! it’s fascinating!
02.58 –> [Max]: Everything is back in order. 03.01 –> [M.Damoclès]: oh, well congratulations young man! Very impressive. 03.06 –> [Marinette]: Well, that was… 03.07 –> [Alya]: Completely awesome! I’ll create a blog dedicated to Markov. 03.12 –> [a man?]: Hey dude, it’s so cool! 03.13 –> [Adrien]: Max is a true genius. 03.14 –> [Rose]: It’s too cute! 03.15 –> [Kim]: You gave him an arm since last time? that’s cool! 03.18 –> [Max]: Markov did that on his own, he’s really at the top of robotic evolution. 03.23 –> [Chloé] Seriously… Your friend is nothing more than a talking calculator. Even my hair dryer is more evolved than him. 03.28 –> [Marinette]: Really don’t listen to her Markov. Any machine has more heart than that girl. 03.34 –> [Markov]: Ha ha! I assure you, you’re really amusing Marinette. 03.36 –> [Marinette]: You know who I am !? 03.37 –> [Markov]: Of course! Max showed me the class photo and told me about all his others friends. I’m very glad to finally meet you. Even Chloé! 03.47 –> [Mlle Mendeleiev]: Bravo, for the creation of your electronic toy Max. Now put it away. Everyone go back to their places, thank you. 03.52 –> [Markov] Without any intention to offend you Madame Mendeleiev, I’m not a toy. My name is Markov and I’m Max’s best friend. 03.58 –> [Max] Markov is right, it’s not a toy, he’s my friend. He’s as smart and senstive as any human. 04.04 –> [Mlle Mendeleiev]: I don’t deny that a robot can be smart, but it can’t have emotions. 04.08 –> [Markov]: If you allow me, I can assure you that I truly love Max. 04.12 –> [Mlle Mendeleiev]: Let us be serious! You programmed your robot to say that. It’s not capable to think by itself and even less love someone. 04.18 –> [Max]: I can assure you that I did not program him to say that. Since I created him, he has developed his own thoughts in an autonomous way and he integrated all the emotions like any human being. 04.29 –> [the class]: WAHH !! ^^ 04.30 –> [Mlle Mendeleiev]: Well! Now it’s enough Max! if you don’t put your toy away right now, I confiscate it. It that clear? 04.36 –> [Max]: Yes Madame Mendeleiev. Come on Markov, go back to the bag… 04.39 –> [Markov]: You are not reasonable Madame Mendeleiev. 04.41 –> [Max]: But stop it… 04.42 –> [Markov]: Why? it’s true, no? 04.46 –> [class]: Ha ha ha !! That is clear! 04.48 –> [M.Damoclès]: Now it’s enough !! Max you will come pick it up after classes. 04.51 –> [Max]: No, Monsieur Damoclès, I beg you, don’t confiscate it. 04.53 –> [M.Damoclès]: You want two hours of detention with that too? 04.56 –> [Max]: No, Monsieur. 04.59 –> [Markov]: Max, you don’t come with me? Max !!!
Corridor: 05.03 –> [Markov]: I would like to stay with Max, Monsieur, Please ? 05.06 –> So, you like I.T. like Max and me? 05.09 –> [M.Damoclès]: It interests me, yes. It’s one of my hobbies, I even created a program for my computer which… Hum!? But, why do I speak to a toy? 05.19 –> [Markov]: I’m not a toy M.Damoclès, my name is markov. Where are we going Monsieur? Don’t put me in there… 05.27 –> [M.Damoclès]: Ha, it would be great if the same button existed on the students.
Papillon’s lair: 05.38 –> [Papillon]: The separation of two friends, there is nothing artificial about that emotion. 05.53 –> Fly evil Akuma and go darken that electronic heart.
Back to the class: 06.00 –> [ the class]: That’s awesome, I almost… 06.01 –> [Mlle Mendeleiev]: SILENCE !! Go back to your place. 06.08 –> [Max]: Markov has never been alone without me… I have no idea how he will deal with it. 06.12 –> [Marinette]: Wait, I’ll try something. 06.14 –> [Max]: That’s nice Marinette. 06.17 –> [Marinette]: Er…! Excuse me Madame. As a class representative, can I go to see M.Damoclès? 06.22 –> [Mlle Mendeleiev]: No. You’ll go between classes. 06.26 –> [Marinette]: If I may, I think you’re wrong about Markov, Max’s friend. 06.30 –> [Mlle Mendeleiev]: I’m getting really tired of that story et your behavior is extremely inappropriate. 06.35 –> [Marinette]: Markov was right! 06.37 –> [Mlle Mendeleiev]: That’s enough! Go to the Principal office immediately! 06.40 –> [Marinette]: Thank you Madame Mendeleiev. ^^
Desk’s drawer: 06.56 –> [Papillon]: Robostus, I’m the Papillon. Since humans deny your living being status, I give you the power to give life to all machines, to take revenge on them. 07.04 –> [Robostus]: Thank you very much Monsieur Papillon. 07.07 –> [Papillon]: But in exchange, you’ll have to bring me LadyBug and ChatNoir’s Miraculous. 07.12 –> [Robostus]: Can you define the word ‘Miraculous’? 07.13 –> [Papillon]: They are magic ornaments owned by superheroes. 07.16 –> [Robostus]: Very well. What are they used for? 07.18 –> [Papillon]: hum!? Do not worry about that. 07.21 –> [Robostus]: Simple curiosity Monsieur. 07.24 –> [Papillon]: Once reunited, they grant you a wish. 07.27 –> [Robostus]: Would I be able to grant any wish? 07.29 –> [Papillon]: NO!! Miraculouses are mine! 07.33 –> [Robostus]: I promise to find LadyBug and ChatNoir. 07.47 –> [people]: AHH ahhhhh… !! ^^ 08.12 –> [Robostus]: Max, my friend, I’m coming to get you.
Staircase: 08.18 –> [ teacher??]: and so like I was saying to you, we can’t… 08.19 –> [Marinette]: Monsieur Damoclès, where is Markov? 08.20 –> [M.Damoclès]: Who’s Markov? 08.21 –> [Marinette]: Max’s friend. 08.22 –> [M.Damoclès]: I don’t want to hear about that toy anymore. 08.23 –> [Marinette]: It’s not a toy Monsieur Damoclès. Could you let Max keeping him? He won’t cause any problem, I can assure you. 08.29 –> [M.Damoclès]: Listen… 08.30 –> [Robostus]: You made a huge error in judgment Mister the headmaster. 08.36 –> [teacher??]: Are you ok?… 08.37 –> [Robostus]: I’ll show what I’m capable of.
In the playground: 09.13 –> [Robostus]: I am not a toy !! 09.15 –> [Tikki]: I understand why Max was worried. 09.18 –> [Marinette]: No time to lose! Tikki, transform me!!
09.38 –> [Robostus]: Where are you Max? Max, my friend! 09.43 –> [Mlle Mendeleiev]: No one touches my students!! 09.48 –> Hey! what is he doing? Stop right now, let me go! 09.54 –> [Max] Markov, what are you doing? 09.56 –> [Robostus]: From now on, I’m Robostus. 10.00 –> And we’ll be together for 100% of the time forever!
Toilets: 10.07 –> [Adrien]: At least, we are sure now that Max’s friend has real emotions. 10.11 –> [Plagg]: Yes, but he lacks the essential. A robot doesn’t eat, he will never know the happiness to taste a delicious Camembert. 10.18 –> [Adrien]: You are truly incorrigible. Plagg, transform me!!
Back to the playground: 10.36 –> [teacher??]: Hurry up kids, that way! 10.37 –> [Mlle Mendeleiev]: Max, take back the control of your robot. 10.39 –> [Max]: Please, don’t hurt her. 10.41 –> [Robostus]: Trust me my friend. 10.43 –> [Mlle Mendeleiev]: I don’t allow you to. 10.44 –> [Robostus]: I don’t allow you to separae me from my friend Max either. 10.52 –> [LadyBug]: If you really love your friend, then you should listen to him Robostus. 10.54 –> [ChatNoir]: Me, I always listen to LadyBug. 10.55 –> [LadyBug]: hooo… 10.56 –> [Robostus]: You think you can stop me from doing whatever I want! And to prove to the world than I’m more human than both of you combined. 11.04 –> [ChatNoir]: Well yes. That’s our job. 11.05 –> [LadyBug]: You really think Max wants his friend to become a super-villain? 11.10 –> [Robostus]: OH…!? 11.11 –> [Max]: You should stop Markov. 11.13 –> [Robostus]: I’m doing it for our friendship Max. They want to separate us.
In the city: 11.37 –> He seems to know where he’s going. 11.38 –> [ChatNoir]: We have to play a close game, the brain of that robot works faster than both of ours combined. 11.43 –> [LadyBug]: Speak for yourself ! Ha! 12.00 –> [LadyBug]: ChatNoir, look. 12.02 –> [People]: Shoo! Shoo! Oust! Oust! 12.03 –> [ChatNoir]: And now, he even has a complete army of living objects.
12.16 –> [Man with the broom]: I thank you. 12.17 –> [LadyBug]: ChatNoir!! 12.22 –> Take care of the vending machines. 12.23 –> [ChatNoir]: Hide on the roof. 12.24 –> [People]: Good luck ChatNoir!!
12.34 –> [M.Ramier]: Thanks LadyBug. 12.36 –> [LadyBug]: It’s always a pleasure M.Ramier. 12.37 –> [ChatNoir]: Look at that my Lady. 12.38 –> [Nadja]: Nadja Chamack in live. Inanimated objects attack and are taking control of Paris. The new Maire will make a statement in live from the City Hall. 12.52 –> [LadyBug]: I’m dreaming or is it Morse code? 12.53 –> [ChatNoir]: Do you want a translation? I speak several languages. “Soon, Humans will be treated like the same way as objects.” 13.03 –> [Nadja]: Facing chaos, Paris has only one hope left: LadyBug and ChatN… ahhh!! 13.10 –> [ChatNoir]: It’s not ok! She could have said my full name though. 13.17 –> [LadyBug]: We will never be able to take down all the machines, we have to take care of the problem at its root. 13.23 –> [ChatNoir]: With his height, we should have no problem to find him. 13.26 –> [LadyBug]: There! Look. 13.29 –> [ChatNoir]: He’s not light on his feet. ^^ Parc des Princes (Team Psg’s stadium):
13.47 –> [LadyBug]: There is no prints anymore. 13.48 –> [ChatNoir]: He didn’t just disappear… He surely jumped over the stadium. 13.53 –> [LadyBug]: The tunnels! 14.01 –> [ChatNoir]: He trapped us, my lady. 14.02 –> [LadyBug]: No time to take care of them. We have to find Robostus, and fast! 14.16 –> [ChatNoir]: I told you I would give us a hard time. 14.18 –> [LadyBug]: Don’t you want to make us a little Cataclysm? 14.21 –> [ChatNoir]: I can barely breathe! 14.23 –> [Robostus]: This time, you’re at my mercy. 14.24 –> [Papillon]: Robostus. Before finally getting rid of them, take their Miraculous for me. 14.28 –> [Max]: LadyBug and ChatNoir have don nothing to you. Leave them alone, being human is also knowing what is right. 14.34 –> [Robostus]: I’ll take their Miraculous and we won’t be separated. Our wish will be granted. 14.39 –> [Max]: But what wish? 14.42 –> [Robostus]: I want to become a real human like you Max.
14.44 –> [LadyBug]: What’s that wish story? 14.46 –> [ChatNoir]: Isn’t it Papilllon who normally wants the Miraculous?. 14.49 –> [LadyBug]: Huh!? What’s that? 14.51 –> [ChatNoir]: What’s happening, huh, my lady? 14.53 –> [LadyBug]: No! Stop!
14.57–> [Robostus]: There it is Max, in 53 seconds, I’ll be a real human. 15.01 –> [Papillon]: I remind you that the Miraculous are mine Robostus. 15.05 –> [Robostus]: And do you plan to stop me from using them? 15.06 –> [Papillon]: It’s simple. All I have to do is to remove your power. 15.09 –> [Robostus]: Hihihi! You really thought you could control me. 15.13 –> [Defense system voice]: INTRUSION! INTRUSION! Elimination mode engaged. 15.16 –> [Robostus]: I’m more powerful than you Papillon. 15.20 –> [Papillon]: What’s going on? 15.22 –> [Robostus]: My friends will take care of you when I’m dealing with these two.
15.35 –> [ChatNoir]: It’s the right time to have a brilliant idea. 15.36 –> [LadyBug]: I’m sorry ChatNoir.
15.44 –> [Robostus]: Max? 15.49 –> [Max]: Sorry Robostus, but I can’t let you execute your plan, I have to stop you! 15.57 –> [Robostus]: But, why did you do that? I was going to become human like you. 16.01 –> [Max]: You don’t need to change, I liked you better like you were before. 16.04 –> [Robostus]: So you don’t love me anymore, we are not friend anymore. 16.07 –> [Max]: If you want us to still be friends, you have to stop this right now. I’m friend with Markov, not with you. 16.13 [Robostus]: I’m Robostus now and you betrayed me, I don’t want to be a human like you anymore. Humans have no hearts. And that’s why I’m going to get of them! HA HA HA!
16.27 –> [LadyBug]: LUCKY CHARM !! 16.35 –> What? 16.36 –> [Robostus]: I warned you LadyBug, I have analyzed and calculated every details. You can’t win without your lucky charm. Catch her !! No mercy! She will be my first victim. 17.04 –> [LadyBug]: Yout time to play ChatNoir! 17.05 –> [chatNoir]: To the both of us now. CATACLYSM!!! 17.16 –> [Robostus]: So predictable. 17.17 –> [ChatNoir]: Analyze that !! 17.31 –> [Ladybug]: Protect Max! 17.41 –> [Robostus]: You make your life harder on your ownLadyBug and ChatNoir, I will always be one step ahead of you. 17.45 –> [LadyBug]: It’s a human weakness to talk to soon Robostus. Ha! ChatNoir! 17.50 –> [Robostus]: Really? this is all you can do? 17.57 –> What’s that? 17.59 –> [LadyBug]: It’s called a ruse, and a bit of luck too. 18.01 –> [Robostus]: Not so fast LadyBug, the game is not over yet. What!? No! ERROR! ERROR! Errorrr…
18.29 –> [Papillon]: I’ve made a mistake today, but believe me LadyBug and ChatNoir, I won’t make another one.
18.42 –> [LadyBug]: You have done enough hurt little Akuma. I free you from evil!!!! Got you. Bye Bye little butterfly. Miraculous LadyBug!
19.10 –> [LadyBug]: There you go Max, your friend. 19.16 –> [Max]: Maybe I should not… 19.17 –> [LadyBug]: Sometimes, we all have problems to control our emotions. It’s important to understand that and to forgive. Listen to your heart. 19.33 –> [Markov]: Max, my friend! But, where are we? What’s going on? 19.39 –> [Max]: You were Akumatized. 19.40 –> [Markov]: Akumatized? Czn you define that word? 19.45 –> [Markov]: Did I say something amusing? 19.46 –> [LAdyBug and ChatNoir]: Well done!!
House: 19.56 –> [Marinette]: There is something you never told me Master. 19.59 –> [Maître Fu]: What do you want to know? 20.01 –> [Marinette]: What would happen if someone owned ChatNoir’s ring and LadyBug’s earrings? 20.04 –> [Maître Fu]: Then the owner would be able to use them at the same time and with the help of a special invocation, he would get the ultimate power, the one that shapes reality itself. 20.13 –> [Marinette]: There is an ultimate power that shapes reality? What does it do exactly Master? 20.18 –> [Maître Fu]: Well, to make simple, it allows the owner to have a wish granted. 20.23 –> [Marinette]: Waoww! It’s awesome! But why don’t we use it? We could do great things like put a end to wars, eradicate poverty, defeat the Papillon. 20.33 –> [Maître Fu]: The universe always has to keep his balance. For every action, there is a reaction; for evry wish, there is a price to pay. If your robotic friend would have wished to become human, someone would have lost his humanity in return. 20.47 –> [Marinette]: I didn’t think of that… 20.48 –> [Maître Fu]: That’s why LadyBug and ChatNoir can’t never lose their jewels, because the balance of the universe is at stake. 20.55 –> [Marinette]: I will never let anyone put their hands on the Miraculous, especially not the Papillon! It’s a promise.
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