Sam: Could you, I don't know, help maybe?

Nixel: I could... but I don't really want to.

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Nixel: Worry not! I have several knives up my sleeve!

Sam: ...Don't you mean 'tricks'?

Nixel: *pulling out a knife from her sleeve* I do not.

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Nixel: I can't, that'd go against my moral compass.

Sam: Your moral compass is a roulette wheel.

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Nixel: I don't know, I mean... am I really ready to adopt a child? That's a pretty serious thing. I'm only fifteen!

Sam: We've been here for hours, please just pick a plant.