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_{[COME, CLARA. JOIN WREN ON HER SPIRITUAL JOURNEY TO THE TOP FLOOR OF THE HOUSE WHERE THEY CAN SCREAM INSULTS AT PARTYGOERS FROM ON HIGH.]

[Once the little Cleffa is safely clinging to her and the string, Wren continues to drift onwards, majestically. DON'T WORRY HARRY SHE'LL TAKE GOOD CARE OF YOUR BABY.]

[In the meantime, Heather waves off the person she just handed a small flask of Skyattack Vodka to, only to receive a mysterious tap on the shoulder! She turns around.]

[... Oh.]

[.... <8I UH.]}

Hey, Sheriff!

I was wondering when I'd see you around.

_{[AND VAGUELY HOPING I WOULDN'T.]}