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"Man, this is the WORST! We're gonna forfeit our match if we don't show! We gotta break outta here, man! Right now!"

"Shut up! You make me sick! Why'd you drain King K and Bandy Andy, huh?"

"Well, whatever, lady... But you ARE a thief, right?"

"Awwwwwwwwwwwww... WEAK! Some punk's locked us in! We're trapped in here!"

"You think it's... a ghost?"

"Yow! A machine under the ring using a Crystal Star? These are the blueprints! I dunno what the rest of this nerd-talk says, but I think the Crystal Star powers it! If this paper's right, then the machine can suck the power out of people! Yuck! Oh, crud... You think that King K and Bandy Andy got all... drained or something?"

"Man, THAT dude sounds peeved! I'm thinking that isn't our X buddy. Who do you think would send something like that?"

"Are you a friend of Gonzales? I didn't know he hung with crooks... and you look like one. Security was talking about noises in here... Did you make noise while you stole stuff?"

"Was that cake poisoned? Yeah! It must've been! If we'd eaten it, we'd be all banged up like that guy!"

"OK, that is IT! Nobody's coming for us, man! Hear me? Let's go kick some tail!"

"What kind of trash-talking are you doing now? Wait... Did YOU get that security guard to lock us in the locker room?"

"Hang on, Gonzales! You hear that? A voice is coming from somewhere!"

"We're in the air duct, right? Where does it lead?"

"Whoa! Bingo! I bet that's the paper ol' Grubba hid! Check it out, Mario!"

"You're minor league again? That doesn't make any sense!"

"Gonzales! Another email?! What now?"

"Yeah! Let's chow down!"

"What the heck is this guy's problem? The storage room? I mean... Does he think we need the exercise? This dude is really cheesing me off."

""The staircase switch"? How the heck could there be a staircase in here?"

"By the way, Gonzales... You see the dude on the floor back here?"

"C'mon, shake it off, buddy! What do you mean, don't go near the ring?"

"Hey! This ain't the ring! It's a minor-league locker room! And it's empty! That guy said to wait... But, dude, we're missing our title bout! This stinks!"

"Dude, I have got SO much respect for plumbers now! Now let's get Rawk Hawk!"

"All right, Gonzales! We're fighting the champ! I'M... SO... FIRED... UP!"

"So YOU'RE the coward who's been sending nasty e-mails about the Crystal Star!"

"YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! We finally made it, Gonzales! But... Y'know, Rawk Hawk really sounded clueless about the Crystal Star... We still don't have any leads on that thing. I mean, where the heck could it be?"

"H-H-H-Hey! Do you HAVE to have that thing turned up? That scared me silly!"

"There's actually a ghost in here? OK, that is NOT cool! Ghosts are scary!"

"That voice... It's Grubba! So HE'S behind all those missing fighters?"

"I think he's gone... Let's check out that desk drawer of his..."

"Gonzales! E-mail time!"

""The blockade in the minor-league locker room," Huh? Wonder what's behind it..."

"Whoa, Gonzales! That's some kinda scientific paper on the Crystal Stars! Who'd be investigating those things besides us? They even took pictures! The belt was fake, but the real star's gotta be here somewhere! Who'd leave something like this lying around? This just REEKS of funny business!"

"Dang, what's with her?!? We busted our humps getting that information! Some people just gotta rain on parades! Well, at least we know the Crystal Star's here!"

"Wow! That was the king of the Koopas, wasn't it? WOW! That guy's insane!"

"Man, that looks AWESOME! I'm drooling!"

"Old X dude surfaced again! We gotta go to some phone booth outside now? Where was that thing? Aw, we'll find it. Let's head outside!"

"Yeah, you BETTER keep walking, you punk chicken! YOU HEAR ME TALKING?!? Hey! Wait! I wonder... You think THAT idiot sent us that hate mail? I guess it doesn't matter. SOMEBODY hates us, so we better watch our steps."

"Is that what's called a kiss? I heard about those things! I'm jealous! Only you get it?"

"Well, she took off, huh? What was that kiss like? I gotta get me one of those... Hey, but what do you think she meant about somebody being upstairs, huh?"

"Whoa, Gonzales! WHOA! Did you hear that?!? Fighters are going missing, dude! That ain't cool! Was that guy talking about King K, the minor-leaguer? I thought he retired!"

"Whoa! Whoa, man! We dodged a bullet there! Hey, but did you hear that guy blabbing about the Crystal Star? That Jolene lady acted pretty guilty when he let that one slip out... Well, whatever. For now, we better bail before somebody finds us up here!"

"Whoa! Where do you think THAT key goes?"

"You gotta be kidding me! Bandy Andy! And King K!"

"Hold up, dude! Where are you heading? That ain't the way to the arena!"

"Hey, hold it, meathead! This doesn't seem right..."

"Crud! It still won't open!"

"Rats! Locked! They thought of EVERYTHING!"

"Looks like we made it, dude! And the crowd is LOVING US! We are STARS, baby! Come on, let's go lay the smack down on that big chicken!"

"After him, Gonzales!"