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Dr Quickly: Seven league boots! An artifact of folk mythology given true existence by my engineering ingenuity!! Try 'em out!!
Rabid: Seven leagues... so I should end up in, like, Milton?
Dr Quickly: That sounds about right. Be sure to lace them up tight!!
<<BOIL!>>
Dr Quickly: I must have made a mistake in my calculations! It was an accident!!
Copmonster: Save it for the judge, buddy.
Dr Quickly: I must have made a mistake in my calculations! It was an accident!!
Ultrarobojudge: YOU BUILT ME TO BE THE PERFECT JUDGE... SO THERE IS NO IRONY THAT YOU NOW FACE ME AS A VERY GUILTY MURDERER BECAUSE I HAVE NO BIAS.
Dr Quickly: I put the agreed-upon large amount of cash in your bag here.
Ultrarobojudge: I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO YOU ARE...
Dr Quickly: Okay, well, thanks.