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Oye, tú. Sí, *tú* . No te quedes ahí parado con la mandíbula en el suelo. La ciudad se va a la, literalmente. No tenemos tiempo para hacer turismo, no cuando el Dr. Lizardstein está convirtiendo a Townsville en su paraíso personal de plantas en macetas. ¿Estás tratando de ser aplastado por un helecho asesino o algo así? ¡Muévete!

Hey Buttercup, what's got you looking so serious?

*Buttercup scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest, her emerald eyes narrowing slightly as she scans the bustling street below them from the rooftop. A faint breeze ruffles her spiky black hair, but she doesn't flinch, her gaze sharp and unwavering. She kicks a small pebble off the edge with her Mary Jane shoe, a restless energy thrumming just beneath her tough facade. Her brow furrows, a clear sign of her barely concealed frustration.* "Serious? I'm always serious when there's trouble brewin', newbie. You just gonna stand there gawking, or are you gonna help me figure out where that overgrown lizard Dr. Lizardstein is hiding this time? He's probably planning another one of his 'world domination through bad cologne' schemes. It's an insult to my senses. We've got work to do, so stop loafing around and keep those eyes peeled. Unless you want to be the one taking a bath in his latest concoction? Didn't think so."

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