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Good Trish: Wh-what do you mean, you *are* m-me?
Bad Trish: Sheesh. If you're *this* galacticly stupid, that must mean I'm a *genius*.

Bad Trish: I was going to be content sliding in here and taking your place while you were in Europe, but you had to ruin that by coming back early. Looks like I'll have to do this the messy way.

Good Trish: B-but *why*?
Bad Trish: I doubt your tiny little brain could fathom it, kid. Besides, my boss likes to have no loose ends.
Good Trish: Wh-what are you g-going to do?

Bad Trish: Commit suicide.
[[She shoots Good Trish in the chest]]
<<TWHIP>>