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DAWN: “I dunno. She seemed to be okay on her own the last time I saw her, though.”
DAVID: “Really?”
DAWN: “Well, no, it’s just that she wouldn’t move at all and pink guy was coming our way. So I kind of had to, um…”
DAVID: “You left her behind?”
DAWN: “Well, um… She wasn’t moving! And she was dribbling acid out of her eyes!”
DAVID: “…”
DAWN: “Alright! We’ll go get her. What’s your plan?”
DAVID: “Um…”
Wait, what is the plan? Is there a plan?
DAWN: “Actually, what does your power even do?”