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Death the Kid:
Symmetry is key. Everything must be asthetically pleasing.

Liz Thompson:
Oh, wonderful. Here we go.

Death the Kid:
That's why I use the two of you as twin pistols in order to preserve symmetry. When I hold you both, I feel completely balanced on the right and the left. It is imperfect because your human forms are so different from each other though... your hairstyles and height for example! [touches each of their breasts] Even your b*obs are of different sizes!

Liz Thompson:
[punches Death The Kid] Excuse me for being smaller than my little sister! What right do you have to talk about symmetry anyway? Three stripes on the left side of your hair and none on the right? That doesn't look symmetrical to me!

Death the Kid:
Ugh... You're right! I'm an abomination! I'm filthy and dirty! And unbalanced! Why is there only one set of stripes? I'm garbage! Asymmetrical garbage! Wah!

Patty Thompson:
[laughs]

Liz Thompson:
Yeah... and... here we go. Patty?

Patty Thompson:
Right!

Liz Thompson:
[to Death the Kid] Now, now, kid. You can't forget that you're a grim reaper. Compared to that, what what do three little lines matter?

Patty Thompson:
That's right! You're not garbage! Real garbage would smell a lot worse! So why don't we just get up and try again, okay?

Death the Kid:
You don't think I'm asymmetrical garbage? Really?

Liz Thompson:
No, of course not.

Patty Thompson:
Garbage is "ew" and you're not.

Death the Kid:
All right then, let's report to my father.

Liz Thompson:
[under her breath] Not the sharpest tool in the shed, is he. These little rich kids are always so gullible.

Eruka Frog:
I've come far enough. I should be able to rest a bit now. Next time I really am going to kill you Medusa, ribbit!

[Medusa's foot comes stomping down onto Eruka's frog form, pinning her]

Medusa:
Ah, yes. That feels nice and cool on my foot. I could get used to this.

Eruka Frog:
[to herself] That's her, isn't it. I thought I was safe.

Medusa:
There's just one tiny favor I need to ask of you, Eruka. [Drops a key in front of Eruka]

Eruka Frog:
...A key? I don't understand, how did you know where I was?

Medusa:
The snakes inside you told me. It doesn't matter how far you run, from now on I'll know wherever you go. Now, about that favor. There's a man I'd like you to release using that key. His Witch Prison number is 13. Unless you're a very stupid frog, I'm sure you know who I'm talking about.

Eruka Frog:
Y-You don't mean the man with the Magic Eye? But he's the one who took the Grandwitch's left eye! If I free him, I'll be banished from the witch world forever! No, they'll probably just kill me!

Medusa:
[Squishing Eruka under her foot] I can kill you right here if you prefer.

Eruka Frog:
Ribbit... Fine, I'll do it.

Medusa:
There's a little experiment I'm going to do using the man with the Magic Eye. Some questions I have concerning Soul Eater.

Eruka Frog:
[Turning back into her witch form] Y-You're going to use him for an experiment? What are you thinking? You're out of your mind, ribbit!

Medusa:
You don't feel as good on my foot now. Change yourself back into a frog.

Eruka Frog:
...O-Okay.

Ragnarok:
If you let him hit you with that technique again, I'm gonna stick thumbtacks in your shoes, got it?

Crona:
NO! Thumbtacks in my shoes will stick into my feet whenever I try to walk! It would hurt! I don't think I could deal with that, really!

Franken Stein:
Now for this exercise, you will face each other and point out each other's flaws.

Maka Albarn:
You mean we have to insult each other?

Franken Stein:
Yes, you could say that.

Soul Eater:
[to Maka] You're stubborn and reckless, all you like to do for fun is read so you're boring, and you have fat ankles.

Maka Albarn:
[smacks Soul with her book]

Soul Eater:
That's another one! You always hit me! That's a flaw all right!

Maka Albarn:
[hits Soul again]

Soul Eater:
Professor... what beating me up part of the lesson?

Franken Stein:
No more beating up on Soul, Maka.

Franken Stein:
Good. Now turn to face each other.

[Maka and Soul do just that]

Franken Stein:
Now tell your partner what his or her flaws are.

Maka Albarn:
Our special lesson is insulting each other?

Franken Stein:
Yes. You could say that.

Soul Eater:
You're stubborn and reckless, all you like to do for fun is read so you're boring, and you have fat ankles.

Maka Albarn:
[Hits Soul with her book]

Soul Eater:
That's another one! You *always* hit me! That's a flaw all right!

Maka Albarn:
[Hits Soul again]

Soul Eater:
Professor, is beating me up part of the lesson?

Franken Stein:
No more beating on Soul, Maka.

Maka Albarn:
You! Serial killer Jack the Ripper! Your murdering days are done. Your soul is mine!

Maka Albarn:
Listen up, Soul. This time, I wrote a detailed plan on this piece of paper.

Soul Eater:
And that's supposed to give us an edge this time? We're not exactly going grocery shopping here. A piece of paper isn't gonna help us beat a witch.

Maka Albarn:
Fine! Then, you tell me how to beat Blair!

Soul Eater:
Who knows? I vote for brute force.

Maka Albarn:
That's your answer for everything! We have to work together! Don't you wanna become a death sythe!

Soul Eater:
Yeah, I get it, Maka. Shut up now.