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I promise you-Part 3(Mordecai and Skips go to Benson's. Then, they all are in the house of the park ready to go find Rigby (for this moment, Mordecai has already told them what they needed to do))
Benson:- All right. Where are we supposed to go?
(Mordecai shows him the note and sais):- I know where we got to go. Now, here sais: "Don't promise if you won't do it, or you'll see. This works like this: if you promise something stupid to someone, and you keep doing until finish with my patience, something bad will happen. If someone has promised you something good, it can even save you.
Do you want to recover your friend? Say "I promise" three times putting your right hand in the air.
WE'LL MEET AGAIN.
(Skips, Benson and Mordecai put their right hands in the air and say what Mordecai read. Done this, a portal appears behind Mordecai)
Benson:- This is where we must go?!
Mordecai:- I guess so!
(When they enter, the portal closes)
Benson:- Where are we?
Mordecai:- I don't know...
I promise you-Part 2(Rigby comes back without Margaret)
Mordecai:- So sude? What did she say?
Rigby:- Well... she said that she was busy in the coffe shop, but she'll be here at the sunset.
Mordecai:- Oh ok. Thanks man.
Rigby:- You're welcome.
(Go down the stairs and Rigby looks the house like he've never been there)
Rigby:- Wow, this is too clean. Too clean for my taste.
Mordecai:- Ah yes, but at least we will have our day off.
Rigby:- Oh yeah!!
(Then, they're in another room. Mordecai's going to use the computer)
Rigby:- Hey! You promised me that I was going to use it first!
Mordecai:- Oh right. Sorry.
Rigby:- Thank you.
Mordeccai:- You promise me that you will give me it in one hour?
(An hour later)
Rigby:- Take it dude.
(Mordecai sits. Then, in another scene, both were walking toward video games)
Rigby:- Hey, you promise me that if something strange take me, you'd go to find me?
Mordecai:- What? What kind of promise is that?
Rigby:- I don't know. I'm bore
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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