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NAVICHET: O no I wouldn’t presume so! But just this once, I think-- (Spondule lifts her suddenly by the back of her suit) Urk

SPONDULE: (as he puts her on the back of the bike) Keep quiet. We’re gonna lose him.

NAVICHET: (as Spondule thrusts Navi’s box into her lap) Arright arright. Let’s lose him, then.

(Spondule begins pedaling)