This is a sub-page of Starship Titanic/Unused Audio.
Fentible (The DoorBot)#
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Audio |
Transcript |
Description |
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Chocolates! |
CHOCOLATES! |
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Chocolates. |
Chocolates. |
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Jelly Babies! |
A reference to a copyrighted confectionery. |
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Jelly Babies... |
A less enthusiastic reference to a copyrighted confectionery. |
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Pistachio nuts! |
Hint system stuff. |
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Pistachio nuts. |
More hint system stuff. |
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That, I do believe, is Titania's mouth! |
More hint system stuff. Contains alternate pronunciation for Titania. |
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That's a robot. |
More hint system stuff. |
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I do believe it's one of the Maitre d'Bot's arms. I think it's holding the auditory centre. |
More hint system stuff. |
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I suspect it's the Maitre d'Bot's other arm. It's holding some kind of key! |
More hint system stuff. |
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That is D'Astragar, the Maitre d'Bot. |
More hint system stuff. |
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That is a napkin. |
More hint system stuff. |
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That, I suspect, is a note of some kind. |
More hint system stuff. A reference to a scrapped 'Note' item that would have been found on either Brobostigon or Scraliontis. It would have been readable by the player. |
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That, unless I'm mistaken, is Scraliontis. |
More hint system stuff. Note that Fentible is not allowed in the first class restaurant, where Scraliontis's body is. |
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That looks like one of Titania's eyes. |
More hint system stuff. Contains alternate pronunciation for Titania. |
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That is one of the TVs. |
More hint system stuff. |
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That is the other TV. |
More hint system stuff. |
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That looks like chocolate to me. |
More hint system stuff. Chocolate. |
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That, I believe, is one of Titania's ears. |
More hint system stuff. Contains alternate pronunciation for Titania. |
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I believe those are Fruit Drops. |
More hint system stuff, contains copyrighted confectionery reference. |
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Those look rather like Jelly Babies to me. |
More hint system stuff, contains copyrighted confectionery reference. |
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They appear to be pistachio nuts. |
More hint system stuff. |
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I think that's a hose. |
More hint system stuff. |
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I do believe that's the speech centre. |
More hint system stuff. |
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I think those are the weather controls. |
More hint system stuff. |
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Have you seen the Arboretum in the fall? Most rewarding! |
More hint system stuff. |
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That's Fortillian. He's the BarBot. |
More hint system stuff. |
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I expect that's the bell for service. |
More hint system stuff. |
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I do believe that's a glass. |
More hint system stuff. |
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That is a television. |
More hint system stuff. |
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That could well be the vision centre. |
More hint system stuff. |
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That, I do believe, is Brobostigon. |
More hint system stuff. |
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I suspect that's the olfactory sensor. |
More hint system stuff. |
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That's the Send Yourself PlugIn. |
More hint system stuff. A reference to the Send Yourself PlugIn. See context at the top of the page here. |
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That looks uncannily like the LiftBot's head. |
More hint system stuff. |
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I think that's the horn from the photograph. |
More hint system stuff. |
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That's the cellpoint for the BarBot. |
More hint system stuff. |
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That's the cellpoint for the BellBot. |
More hint system stuff. |
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That's the cellpoint for the DeskBot. |
More hint system stuff. |
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That's my cellpoint. If you're going to tamper with it, I'd be grateful if you took a little care! |
More hint system stuff. |
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That's the cellpoint for the LiftBot. |
More hint system stuff. |
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That's a statue of Brobostigon. |
More hint system stuff. |
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That's a statue of Leovinus. |
More hint system stuff. |
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That's a statue of Scraliontis. |
More hint system stuff. |
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Flatterday. |
One of the days of the Blerontinian week. These names are still used on the Starlightlines website. |
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Hammerday. |
One of the days of the Blerontinian week. These names are still used on the Starlightlines website. |
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Harday. |
One of the days of the Blerontinian week. These names are still used on the Starlightlines website. |
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Today is— |
Related to above. |
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Otherday. |
One of the days of the Blerontinian week. These names are still used on the Starlightlines website. |
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Rowday. |
One of the days of the Blerontinian week. These names are still used on the Starlightlines website. |
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Spryday. |
One of the days of the Blerontinian week. These names are still used on the Starlightlines website. |
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Umph. |
One of the days of the Blerontinian week. These names are still used on the Starlightlines website. |
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Welday. |
One of the days of the Blerontinian week. These names are still used on the Starlightlines website. |
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That, I do believe, is one of Titania's eyes. |
More hint system stuff. Contains alternate pronunciation for Titania. |
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That's Nobby. He's a LiftBot. |
More hint system stuff. |
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That's the bell to summon the DeskBot. |
More hint system stuff. |
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That's Marsinta, the DeskBot. |
More hint system stuff. |
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That's your Personal Electronic Thing. |
More hint system stuff. |
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That's the special plinth. |
More hint system stuff. Fentible cannot be summoned in the moonlit embarkation lobby, where the plinth is located. |
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That's a Succ-U-Bus. |
More hint system stuff. |
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Just buy the essentials these days. |
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Tea is the only thing I drink. |
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No. Like to be in control, you see. |
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No, but I did once have a rather nice pen. |
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Good god, no, I'm far too cowardly! |
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In the drawer by your bed, I believe. |
Unknown, but possibly related to the unused video of the in-flight magazine in the SGT room drawer. Perhaps originally you had to read the magazine to get the upgrade code, and this line was for asking Fentible where to go to read it. |
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Those are your CDs. |
More hint system stuff; your computer falls to the floor when the Titanic crashes into your house, and you can't ask Fentible such questions there anyway, so there's no way for him to comment on your CDs. |
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I expect that's your computer. |
Same as above. |
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That's a rather useful photograph of the night sky. |
As above. |
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That's a television, if I'm not mistaken. |
As above; this still seems to be for Your Lovely Home. |
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Was I rambling again? |
Seems to be for an unused function where you could interrupt the Bots, given the numeral context compared to the sound directly below. |
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You just interrupt whenever you like. |
As above. |
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I was probably talking nonsense anyway. |
As above. |
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Do you have to interrupt so much? |
As above. |
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All this interrupting... I keep losing my place! |
As above. |
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Oh dear, you've had to interrupt me. I am losing it. |
As above. |
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Oh dear, you've interrupted me. That's a bad sign. |
As above, but you probably already knew that. |
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What's a lightbulb? |
Unknown. Possibly related either to the lightbulb puzzle in the first class stateroom, or the oddly useless lightbulb in the second class stateroom. |
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But how do you expect me to know? |
Probably related to the above line. |
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Never seen any. |
Possibly related to the above line. |
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I think that is the bass player. |
More hint system stuff. |
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That's Boppy Headcase himself at the piano. |
More hint system stuff. |
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They look like blank cylinders to me. |
More hint system stuff. |
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That, I suspect, is one of Titania's ears. |
More hint system stuff. Contains alternate pronunciation for Titania. |
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Heaven knows what it's called... some kind of sneak instrument. |
More hint system stuff. |
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That's some kind of phonograph, I believe. |
More hint system stuff. |
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I do believe that's the box for the phonograph cylinders. |
More hint system stuff. |
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I believe they're a form of tubular bells. |
More hint system stuff. |
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I think that could be the central core. |
More hint system stuff. |
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Those are parrot feathers. |
More hint system stuff. |
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That's Titania's nose, I believe. |
More hint system stuff. Contains alternate pronunciation for Titania. |
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That is the parrot. |
More hint system stuff. |
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That's a perch. |
More hint system stuff. |
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That is a television. |
More hint system stuff. |
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Grand Canal, Second Class. |
Reference to the unenterable Grand Axial Canal, Second Class. |
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This is Titania's room. |
More hint system stuff. Contains alternate pronunciation for Titania. Fentible cannot enter Titania's Chamber. Not only is he not authorized, but apparently Bots would just fall off the ceiling, as Titania's Chamber is upside down and the reverse gravity doesn't affect them. |
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That leads to Titania's room. |
More hint system stuff. Contains alternate pronunciation for Titania. |
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That is a— |
More hint system stuff. |
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That is the— |
More hint system stuff. |
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This is a— |
More hint system stuff. |
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This is the— |
More hint system stuff. |
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Try looking in the— |
More hint system stuff. |
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Those are the controls for the fans. |
More hint system stuff. Fentible is not allowed on the Promenade Deck. |
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That's a hammer dispenser. |
More hint system stuff. |
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That looks like a flock of starlings to me. |
More hint system stuff. Fentible is not allowed on the Promenade Deck. |
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Al q'Hamra. |
One of the months of the Blerontinian year. These names are still used on the Starlightlines website. |
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Bristil. |
One of the months of the Blerontinian year. These names are still used on the Starlightlines website. |
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Genneth. |
One of the months of the Blerontinian year. These names are still used on the Starlightlines website. |
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Hwifft. |
One of the months of the Blerontinian year. These names are still used on the Starlightlines website. |
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It is— |
Related to above. |
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40 days have Al q'Hamra, Tarbert, Hwifft, Splod, and Vortigan. All the rest have 42, i.e., Genneth and Bristil and Voedio. |
Related to above. The lengths of the Blerontinian months as described here match the dates used on the Starlightlines website. (Apparently, a Blerontinian year is only 326 days long...) |
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42? I don't remember saying that. |
Unknown. Related to above. 42 reference. |
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That's the SCSI cable; heaven knows what it's for. |
More hint system stuff, for the giant SCSI cable sculpture in the centre of the Sculpture Chamber. |
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That is a picture of Doreen McLevity. |
More hint system stuff; it's possible this picture was intended to be an obtainable item. |
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That... is a long stick. |
More hint system stuff. |
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I do believe that is a chicken. |
More hint system stuff. |
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I think that is a chicken dispenser. |
More hint system stuff. |
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That's the in-flight magazine. |
More hint system stuff. |
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That's your television. |
More hint system stuff. |
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That, I fear, is a bomb. |
More hint system stuff. As explained above, Fentible is not allowed in Titania's Chamber for fear of miraculous spontaneous axis reversal. |
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That is Titania. |
More hint system stuff. Contains alternate pronunciation for Titania. As above, Fentible is very much not allowed in this very chamber very. |
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Those are televisions. |
More hint system stuff, there isn't a room with multiple televisions, but it's implied that the original version of the Creators' Chamber contained several. |
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Those are the buttons for the lifts. |
More hint system stuff. |
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I'm no expert, but I'm inclined to the view that that's the auditory centre. |
More hint system stuff. |
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I do believe that's the central core. |
More hint system stuff. |
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That is undoubtedly a chicken. |
More hint system stuff. |
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I do believe it's a computer. |
More hint system stuff. Fentible cannot be asked such trivial questions when residing within your Lovely Home, where your personal computation device is placed. |
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Those are music cylinders for the phonograph. |
More hint system stuff. |
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I do believe that's one of Titania's ears. |
More hint system stuff. Contains alternate pronunciation for Titania. |
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I do believe that's Titania's other ear. |
More hint system stuff. Contains alternate pronunciation for Titania. |
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That's one of Titania's eyes, I suspect. |
More hint system stuff. Contains alternate pronunciation for Titania. |
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That, my dear friend, is Titania's other eye. |
More hint system stuff. Contains alternate pronunciation for Titania. |
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Hmm, feathers. Parrot feathers, I expect. |
More hint system stuff. |
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It's a glass. |
More hint system stuff. |
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A hammer, I expect. |
More hint system stuff. |
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Those are musical instruments. |
More hint system stuff. |
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Looks rather like a LiftBot head to me. |
More hint system stuff. |
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That's a long stick, without a doubt. |
More hint system stuff. |
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That's your in-flight magazine. |
More hint system stuff. |
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I do believe that's Titania's mouth. |
More hint system stuff. Contains alternate pronunciation for Titania. |
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That's a napkin. |
More hint system stuff. |
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That looks like Titania's nose. |
More hint system stuff. Contains alternate pronunciation for Titania. |
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Some kind of notes, I suspect. |
More hint system stuff, related to the scrapped 'Notes' item, which would have been found on one of the bodies. |
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I think that's called the olfactory centre. |
More hint system stuff. |
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It's a perch, probably for the parrot. |
More hint system stuff. |
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That charming little device is your very own Personal Electronic Thing. |
More hint system stuff. |
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That's the phonograph. |
More hint system stuff. |
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It's a photograph. |
More hint system stuff. This seems to be separate to the picture of your house, possibly the photo referred to above. |
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It's a giant SCSI cable. |
Another line for the SCSI cable as above, but for when Fentible is in a foul mood. |
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That, I believe, is the Send Yourself PlugIn. |
More hint system stuff. Related to the scrapped 'Send Yourself PlugIn' for sending yourself through the Succ-U-Bus. This would have been an inventory item you connect to the Succ-U-Bus, it seems. |
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That could be Titania's speech centre. |
More hint system stuff. Contains alternate pronunciation for Titania. |
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That's a flock of starlings. |
More hint system stuff. |
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That's the Succ-U-Bus, the Titanic's delivery system. |
More hint system stuff. |
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Those are suites. |
More hint system stuff. Fentible cannot enter the Second Class staterooms. |
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That's a television. |
More hint system stuff. |
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That looks like Titania's visual centre. |
More hint system stuff. Contains alternate pronunciation for Titania. |
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This is the First Class Grand Axial Canal. |
You cannot summon Fentible here. |
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This is the First Class lobby. |
You can't summon Fentible here either. |
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This is the First Class restaurant. |
You especially can't summon Fentible here. |
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This is a First Class stateroom. |
It is unthinkable to be able to summon Fentible here. |
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This is the Grand Axial Canal, Second Class. |
You cannot enter the Second Class Grand Axial Canal, and neither can Fentible. |
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This is a short corridor. |
Unknown location. Possibly part of a joke, and/or related to the corridor for Titania's chamber. |
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That's the service elevator. You can't go back down there! |
Oh yes you can you daft old doorbot. |
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This is your SGT bedroom. |
You can't summon Fentible to your SGT bedroom, and besides, it'd be really cramped. |
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This is your lovely home. |
You cannot converse with Fentible in your home in such a manner as to be able to get this line in the final game. You can get the line to play via a bug, however. This bug is detailed in the main audio subpage here. |
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Well, I'll see if I can help; it's a bit complicated for me. If you pass your pointy thing over anything on your PET, I'll tell you what I know. |
More hint system stuff, and the primary context for what this Hint System is in the first place. Fentible outright explains it. |
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I'll see if I can help again. What do you need to know about? |
Further context for the above line. |
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That's your baggage storage area. We encourage passengers to keep their personal effects there rather than in the cabins. |
More hint system stuff. |
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Those are the codes for all the rooms in the ship. Terribly complicated system if you ask me; you have to drag all sorts of things around and hold down all sorts of buttons. Designer's stuff, I'm afraid. Never understood it, but I'm sure you'll figure it out. |
More hint system stuff. |
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I do know that the room it's showing at the moment is definitely yours. |
More hint system stuff, and unused function of Fentible identifying your room. You cannot summon bots to any of your rooms except the BellBot in First Class. |
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To ensure quality customer service, all of our conversations are recorded here, whether customers like it or not. |
More hint system stuff. |
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If you ever need any help which you think that either the BellBot or myself might be able to provide, then you may summon either of us by pressing on these nice little pictures. |
More hint system stuff, discussing the Summon system. |
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Ah, now those tell you something about the current mental state of the robot you're talking to. |
More hint system stuff, for cellpoint settings. |
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This allows you to control a lot of the customer facilities on this ship, if you can figure out how it works. Beats me, I'm afraid. |
More hint system stuff, for Remote Thingummy. |
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This is a complete mystery to me. It says you can "save the game". What game? I don't know what it's talking about. |
More hint system stuff, meta element for Real Life panel. |
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That's the auditory centre! It's a bit of Titania's brain! |
More hint system stuff. Note the correct pronunciation of Titania here. |
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That's the auditory centre. It's a bit of Titania's brain. |
More hint system stuff. |
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Tremendous! Without it, she couldn't understand anything she heard! |
More hint system stuff. |
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It just deals with ear stuff. |
More hint system stuff. |
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That's the central intelligence core of Titania's brain! |
More hint system stuff. |
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That's the central intelligence core of Titania's brain. |
More hint system stuff. |
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Tremendous! Bit whiffy, but it's still working, that's the main thing! |
More hint system stuff. |
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It just deals with thinking stuff. |
More hint system stuff. |
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That's one of Titania's ears! |
More hint system stuff. |
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That's one of Titania's ears. |
More hint system stuff. |
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Well done! She'll be delighted to hear you found it! ...Or will be, once you've found the other one. |
More hint system stuff. |
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Well, I suppose it's better than a slap 'round the face with a wet halibut. |
Well yes, I suppose it is. |
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It's one of Titania's ears! |
More hint system stuff. |
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It's one of Titania's ears. |
More hint system stuff. |
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Well done! She'll be delighted to hear you found it! ...Or will be, once you've found the other one. |
More hint system stuff. |
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Well, I suppose it's better than a slap 'round the face with an old trout. |
Yes, I should think so. |
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That's one of Titania's eyes! |
More hint system stuff. |
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That's one of Titania's eyes. |
More hint system stuff. |
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She'll be glad to see that again... assuming she's already got the other one, of course! |
More hint system stuff. |
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Not that there's anything worth seeing. |
More hint system stuff. |
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That's one of Titania's eyes! |
More hint system stuff. |
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That's one of Titania's eyes. |
More hint system stuff. |
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She'll be glad to see that again... assuming she's already got the other one, of course! |
More hint system stuff. |
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Not that there's anything worth seeing. |
Would have played after previous line if Fentible is pessimistic. |
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That's Titania's mouth! |
More hint system stuff. |
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That's Titania's mouth. |
More hint system stuff. |
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Brilliant! Not only will she be very pleased, but she'll be able to say so! |
More hint system stuff. |
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Oh dear, rabbit rabbit rabbit. |
Seems intended to play after above line. |
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That's Titania's nose! |
More hint system stuff. |
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That's Titania's nose. |
More hint system stuff. |
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I'm so glad you've found it. |
More hint system stuff. |
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*sniff* |
Depressed follow up line for previous line. |
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That's the olfactory centre! It's a bit of Titania's brain! |
More hint system stuff. |
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That's the olfactory centre. It's a bit of Titania's brain. |
More hint system stuff. |
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Wonderful! That's for thinking about smells with. |
More hint system stuff. |
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It just deals with nose stuff. |
More hint system stuff. |
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That's the speech centre! It's a bit of Titania's brain! |
More hint system stuff. |
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That's the speech centre. It's a bit of Titania's brain. |
More hint system stuff. |
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Wonderful! That's the bit for thinking before you speak. Not a lot of people have one of those! |
More hint system stuff. |
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It just deals with talk stuff. |
More hint system stuff. |
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That's the vision centre! It's a bit of Titania's brain! |
More hint system stuff. |
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That's the vision centre. It's a bit of Titania's brain. |
More hint system stuff. |
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Excellent! That's the bit that tells her what she's looking at. |
More hint system stuff. |
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It just deals with the vision thing. |
More hint system stuff. |
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"Seasonal Adjustment". It's how you adjust the seasons. What did you think it meant? |
More hint system stuff. |
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It's a bit of Titania's brain! |
More hint system stuff. |
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It's a bit of Titania's brain. |
More hint system stuff. |
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That appears to be the left arm of one of my colleagues, the Maitre d'Bot. It seems to be holding a key to something. |
More hint system stuff. M' Colleague. |
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Oh dear, that's the Maitre d'Bot's left arm. It seems to be holding a key of some kind. |
More hint system stuff. |
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He's gripping it very tightly. |
More hint system stuff. |
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He seems to be very tense. |
More hint system stuff. |
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That appears to be the left arm of one of my colleagues, the Maitre d'Bot. |
More hint system stuff. |
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Oh dear, that's the Maitre d'Bot's left arm. |
More hint system stuff. |
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I hope he's not missing it too much. |
More hint system stuff. |
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I bet he's kicking up a fuss about it. |
More hint system stuff. |
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That appears to be the right arm of one of my colleagues, the Maitre d'Bot. It seems to be holding part of Titania's brain. |
More hint system stuff. |
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Oh dear, that's the Maitre d'Bot's right arm. I think it's gripping part of Titania's brain very hard. |
More hint system stuff. |
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He's gripping it very tightly, isn't he? |
More hint system stuff. |
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Lord knows why. |
Probably should have played after the above. |
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That appears to be the right arm of one of my colleagues, the Maitre d'Bot. |
More hint system stuff. |
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Oh dear, that's the Maitre d'Bot's right arm. |
More hint system stuff. |
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I hope he's not missing it too much. |
More hint system stuff. |
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I bet he's kicking up a fuss about it. |
More hint system stuff. |
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Put it back where it belongs; that will really help! |
More hint system stuff. |
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I suppose you'd better put it back where it belongs. Won't do any good without all the other bits, of course. |
More hint system stuff. |
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That is an exciting multimedia experience of some kind. |
Appears to have been for asking the DoorBot about the in-game Starship Titanic CD in your house (further context a few files below). |
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That's a kind of device for crushing computers with. |
Probably a joke about the CD triggering the ship to come down and destroy your computer (oh, and your house). |
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Primitive, but fun. |
Likely still related to above. |
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Easier to use a baseball bat, I find. |
Still related to above. |
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That is my entire universe. |
The primary context for assuming these lines to be for asking Fentible about the in-game Starship Titanic CD. |
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That is my entire universe. |
Different-mood version of above. |
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Strange that you've got it in your baggage. |
Follow-on line to above lines. |
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Troublesome place, I find. |
Presumably still related to above. |
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That is a piece of chicken! It seems to be smeared with mustard sauce. |
More hint system stuff. |
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That is a piece of chicken. It seems to be smeared with mustard sauce. |
More hint system stuff. |
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That is a piece of chicken! It seems to be smeared with tomato sauce. |
More hint system stuff. |
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That is a piece of chicken. It seems to be smeared with tomato sauce. |
More hint system stuff. |
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That is a piece of chicken! It seems to be smeared with bird sauce. |
More hint system stuff. |
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That is a piece of chicken. It seems to be smeared with bird sauce. |
More hint system stuff. |
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Yum, yum! |
More hint system stuff. |
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Filthy stuff. |
More hint system stuff. |
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That is a phonographic cylinder. |
More hint system stuff. |
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That is a phonographic cylinder. |
More hint system stuff. |
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It probably has some music engraved in its grooves. |
More hint system stuff. |
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It's probably got some dreadful music on it. |
More hint system stuff. |
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Those are some feathers. |
More hint system stuff. |
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Those are some feathers. |
More hint system stuff. |
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From the parrot, I believe. You didn't by any chance rip its head off while you were about it, did you? |
More hint system stuff. |
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From that... horrid parrot. |
More hint system stuff. |
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I really don't know. The whole ship is stuffed to the gills with electricity. Could be anywhere! |
More hint system stuff, probably related to fuses given the close numeral context of the below file. |
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I don't know. I don't spend a lot of time thinking about fuses. |
As above. |
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That's a sort of fuse! |
As above. |
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That's a sort of fuse. |
As above. |
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I'm sure you'll find a use for it if you like that kind of thing. |
More hint system stuff. |
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Enjoy... |
More hint system stuff. |
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That is a glass. It has some tomato sauce in it. |
More hint system stuff. |
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That is a glass. It has some tomato sauce in it. |
More hint system stuff. |
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That is a glass. It has some mustard in it. |
More hint system stuff. |
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That is a glass. It has some mustard in it. |
More hint system stuff. |
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That is a glass. It has some bird sauce in it. |
More hint system stuff. |
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That is a glass. It has some bird sauce in it. |
More hint system stuff. |
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A very delicious condiment, I'm sure. |
More hint system stuff. |
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People like to smear it on their food; can't think why. |
More hint system stuff. |
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That is a hammer! |
More hint system stuff. |
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That is a hammer. |
More hint system stuff. |
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An excellent tool for all striking-related tasks! |
More hint system stuff. |
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The sort of thing you bang your thumb with. |
More hint system stuff. |
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That is a hose pipe. |
More hint system stuff. |
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That is a hose pipe. |
More hint system stuff. |
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I wonder what's happened to the other end of it. |
More hint system stuff. |
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Or at least part of a hose pipe. Can't rely on anything these days... |
More hint system stuff. |
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That is the other end of a hose pipe. |
More hint system stuff. |
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That is the other end of a hose pipe. |
More hint system stuff. |
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What a strange and incomprehensible object! |
More hint system stuff. |
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I wish I knew what I even meant by that. |
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That's the key to the First Class restaurant music system. |
More hint system stuff. |
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That's the key to the First Class restaurant music system. |
More hint system stuff. |
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Music, the secret of happy dining. |
Intended to play after above. |
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I find music gives me indigestion. |
As above. |
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That is a lemon. |
More hint system stuff. |
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That is a lemon. |
More hint system stuff. |
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A fat, juicy, and above all very lemony lemon. |
More hint system stuff. |
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Nasty, bitter fruit. Makes your mouth all funny. |
More hint system stuff. |
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I'm not sure; but if it's here, what's the LiftBot using? |
More hint system stuff, related to LiftBot's head. |
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I don't know. Kick it about a bit? |
More hint system stuff, related to LiftBot's head. |
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That's the head of one of the LiftBots. |
More hint system stuff, related to LiftBot's head. |
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That's the head of one of the LiftBots. |
More hint system stuff, related to LiftBot's head. |
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Well done. That'll be a weight off his shoulders! |
More hint system stuff, related to LiftBot's head. |
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He won't miss it. |
More hint system stuff, related to LiftBot's head. |
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That's an in-flight magazine! |
More hint system stuff. |
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That's an in-flight magazine. |
More hint system stuff. |
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Always such interesting articles, I find. Don't you? ...Well, maybe not. |
More hint system stuff. |
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Probably full of drivel. |
More hint system stuff. |
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That is a napkin. |
More hint system stuff. |
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That is a napkin. |
More hint system stuff. |
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A nice, white, crisp one. |
More hint system stuff. |
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Can't tell you much about it, I'm afraid. |
More hint system stuff; unknown or invalid item. |
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That is a parrot. |
More hint system stuff. |
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That... is a parrot. |
More hint system stuff. |
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What a wonderful boon you've performed for us all by capturing it. |
More hint system stuff. |
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Nauseating creature... |
More hint system stuff. |
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That is a perch, such as a parrot, in its cage, might sit on. |
More hint system stuff. |
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That is a parrot's perch. |
More hint system stuff. |
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And a very lovely perch it is, too. |
More hint system stuff. |
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Horrible bird... |
More hint system stuff. |
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Well, where's home, there's hope! So don't lose it, that's my advice. |
More hint system stuff. |
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Look at it... wistfully. |
More hint system stuff. |
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That's a photograph of the night sky above your lovely home. |
More hint system stuff. |
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That's a photograph of the night sky above your house. |
More hint system stuff. |
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What a delightful reminder it must be of... well, of... when your home was lovely! |
More hint system stuff. |
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Last you'll see of that. |
More hint system stuff. |
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It is the sum of the length of all the sticks in the universe divided by the number of sticks. I am informed that it was a very tedious calculation. |
More hint system stuff, for the Long Stick. |
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I neither know nor care. I do not fraternize with menial stick-counters. |
More hint system stuff. |
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That is a stick of above-average length. |
More hint system stuff. |
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That is a stick of above-average length. |
More hint system stuff. |
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A must for all stick fans! |
More hint system stuff. |
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Very nice, I suppose, if you happen to like that sort of thing. |
More hint system stuff. |
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That's a crushed television set! |
More hint system stuff. |
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That's a crushed television set. |
More hint system stuff. |
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Delicious! |
More hint system stuff. |
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Quite the best sort, if you ask me. |
More hint system stuff. |
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If you look through the different settings on your PET, you should find the room you've been assigned to. Click those little picture things on the right-hand side of the screen. Fourth one down, I think. |
More hint system stuff. |
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I say, ouch! |
More hint system stuff, for unused Fentible prodding behaviour. |
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Oww... thanks. |
More hint system stuff, for unused Fentible prodding behaviour. |
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Please don't do that. |
More hint system stuff, for unused Fentible prodding behaviour. |
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Ouch! I deserve that, I suppose. |
More hint system stuff, for unused Fentible prodding behaviour. |
|
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Oww! That's not exactly fun, you know. |
More hint system stuff, for unused Fentible prodding behaviour. |
|
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Oww. You're going to do that again, aren't you? |
More hint system stuff, for unused Fentible prodding behaviour. |
|
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Please don't prod me, thank you! |
More hint system stuff, for unused Fentible prodding behaviour. |
|
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Oww! Thank you. Very funny. |
More hint system stuff, for unused Fentible prodding behaviour. |
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I'm afraid if you prod me again I shall just have to go! |
More hint system stuff, for unused Fentible prodding behaviour. |
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Look, I've had enough. One more, and I'm off. |
More hint system stuff, for unused Fentible prodding behaviour. |
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Beats me. |
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I wouldn't do that if I were you. Might make it sneeze, and you don't want to be around when a Succ-U-Bus sneezes. |
More hint system stuff; there is no way to interact with both the Succ-U-Bus and Fentible at the same time. |
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Do that and you'll make it sneeze, which isn't very nice, to be honest. |
As above. |
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That's the Mother of all Succ-U-Buses... or is it Succ-U-Bi? |
More hint system stuff. |
|
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Nothing worth bothering with. |
More hint system stuff. |
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That's not important. |
More hint system stuff. |
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You don't need to bother with that. |
More hint system stuff. |
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Nothing you need to worry about. |
Unknown event or character reference? |
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I don't think you need to bother yourself with that. |
Unknown event or character reference? |
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Who knows, ignore it; maybe it'll go away. |
Unknown event or character reference? |
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Can't help you, I'm afraid. No idea what he's on about. |
More hint system stuff; there are no circumstances supporting this sort of interaction. |
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*coughing* |
Fentible coughing. |
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Earlier. |
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Earlier. |
More hint system stuff. |
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Jolly good. Have we checked in yet? |
You can't summon Fentible before talking to Marsinta. |
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Might as well check in while you're here. Can't see you'll help much... |
You can't summon Fentible before talking to Marsinta. |
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Would you mind awfully not fiddling with that? |
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I say, please don't fiddle. |
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Please don't fiddle, it doesn't help. |
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I say, please don't fiddle. It's just wasting time! |
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Ohhh, make your mind up. I'll get ill if you keep doing this. |
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This is your wondrous stateroom. Splendid lighting, don't you think? |
Seems to be for your First Class stateroom, where Fentible is forbidden to go. |
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A room's a room, isn't it? Lighting's a bit harsh, if you ask me. |
Seems to be for your First Class stateroom, where Fentible is forbidden to go. |
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Oh, it's a delightful environment, but I suspect you'd be even happier in your room. |
Likely for the First Class lobby, where Fentible is also forbidden to go. |
|
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It's a lobby. I don't think there's much in the way of entertainment here, to be honest. |
Likely as above. |
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This is your delightful stateroom. Lots of yummy things to eat, if you ask me. |
You can't summon Fentible to your Second Class stateroom. |
|
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Second Class rooms are second-class rooms. If I were you, I'd think about how to get an upgrade... |
You can't summon Fentible to your Second Class stateroom. |
|
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Quickly, search the body. |
Unused line related to searching one of the bodies. |
|
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I suppose there might be something in his pockets. |
As above. |
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This room is really for top brass. Full of secrets and codes, if you ask me. |
Seems intended for early Creators' Chamber. |
|
|
This place is very dodgy. Leovinus, Scraliontis, and Brobostigon set this one up for pow-wows. |
As above. |
|
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I'd pick up that stick if I were you. You need to find something to distract the parrot! |
More hint system stuff. |
|
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This room's a bit odd if you ask me. Parrots, sticks, funny perches... |
More hint system stuff. |
|
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Now, I have to express a personal interest in this room. Pull a few levers and you'll see why. |
One would think this to be for the Creators' Chamber, but that might conflict with the previous lines. |
|
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Dodgiest piece of engineering Leovinus ever came up with, if you ask me. Pull some levers and you'll soon see why. |
As above. |
|
|
Just hold tight for the ride. |
Unknown. Fentible can only enter the service elevator, and only once during pre-scripted dialogue. |
|
|
Shut your eyes and hope. |
Related to above. |
|
|
Relax... just relax. |
Related to above. |
|
|
Do do-do do-doo, do-do-do-do doo doo... |
Unknown; seems to be Fentible waiting for the player to do or finish something. |
|
|
*humming* |
Unknown; seems to be Fentible waiting for the player to do or finish something. |
|
|
Dum diddly-dum dum, dum dum... |
Unknown; seems to be Fentible waiting for the player to do or finish something. |
|
|
*humming* |
Unknown; seems to be Fentible waiting for the player to do or finish something. |
|
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Do get everyone please thank you, *humming*... |
Unknown; seems to be Fentible waiting for the player to do or finish something. |
|
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Ohh dear, hm hmm, boring boring boring... |
Unknown; seems to be Fentible waiting for the player to do or finish something. |
|
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I'm so bored, you're boring me, would you get a move on please; could you please hurry up a moment thank you... |
Unknown; seems to be Fentible waiting for the player to do or finish something. |
|
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Yes, yes yes, please please, mmm... Oh, for goodness sake do hurry up. |
Unknown; seems to be Fentible waiting for the player to do or finish something. |
|
|
Well, if you don't need me anymore, I'll be off! |
Possibly related to above. |
|
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Forty. |
Unused as there are only 39 floors aboard the Titanic. |
|
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Forty-one. |
Unused as there are only 39 floors aboard the Titanic. |
|
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Forty-two. |
Unused as there are only 39 floors aboard the Titanic. |
|
|
You want to be careful who you go around prodding. |
More hint system stuff, for unused Fentible prodding behaviour. |
|
|
Most of us bots don't respond well to being prodded. |
More hint system stuff, for unused Fentible prodding behaviour. |
|
|
You prod bots at your peril. |
More hint system stuff, for unused Fentible prodding behaviour. |
|
|
You really shouldn't prod bots. You never know what will happen... |
More hint system stuff, for unused Fentible prodding behaviour. |
|
|
Did you find the room with a moth in it? |
Unknown line referencing a moth. There are strings in the executable for a moth, but no moth in gameplay. |
|
|
Don't know. Hope it's like custard. I think I like custard! |
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|
I haven't noticed, but I'm sure the birds will muck in when we ask them! |
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|
Reminds me of something, that bowl. Hmm, I'm sure it'll come to me. |
More hint system stuff, Fentible still can't enter a Second Class stateroom. |
|
|
Haven't got a clue what that is. I'm sure it'll be jolly useful! |
More hint system stuff. |
|
|
I've not seen any chickens! Still, there might be a spare egg knocking around we could keep our eyes on. Depends upon how lucky you're feeling! |
More hint system stuff. |
|
|
Who knows? Perhaps the chickens will tire out eventually and slow down! |
More hint system stuff. |
|
|
Memory problem this end. I'm sure you'll think of something. |
More hint system stuff. |
|
|
Who knows? Perhaps one day a chicken will slow down enough to tell you. |
More hint system stuff. |
|
|
From the look of him, his racing days are over. Perhaps you should keep him as a souvenir of this happy holiday... |
More hint system stuff. |
|
|
You're probably right; I'm not sure I had one in the conventional sense. |
Unknown. |
|
|
Well, this is a fine time to turn up! |
Unknown. |
|
|
Haven't got a clue what else I do, but I don't give a fig, because this will make me happy forever! |
Unknown. |
|
|
As you wish! I don't mind where we go. I can't even remember where we are! |
You cannot ask Fentible to follow you around, but it seems this behaviour was planned. |
|
|
Don't know. Pleasant little ride, though, isn't it? |
Probably for above, but Fentible can't even be summoned to a moving area. |
|
|
Nature is a wonderful thing. I wonder who said that... Me, I suppose. |
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Your guess is as good as mine, but let's keep smiling. Expect the best, and forget the worst, that's what I say! ...Or did I already say that? |
||
|
Haven't got a clue, but let's have some fun, shall we? Go on, press it! |
More hint system stuff. |
|
|
Could be anything: sea urchin dispenser, quirk analyser, helium spigot. Seize the day... press it! |
More hint system stuff. |
|
|
Jolly big, aren't they? I'm sure they lead somewhere delightful! |
Unknown location. |
|
|
I don't know what it is. I know! Let's pretend it's the route to eternal joy. |
Unknown location. |
|
|
We'll soon get some more food... just as soon as I remember what "food" is. |
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|
I presume it's something rather important that's fallen out of my brain. Still, better out than in, eh? |
Unknown, possibly early behaviour where Fentible's memory would physically fall out as an item. |
|
|
I'm sure you'll get used to it. I certainly have. In fact, I've forgotten it already! |
As above. |
|
|
Looks like some sort of video controller, doesn't it? I'm sure it'll come in handy! |
Scrapped item. |
|
|
Nope, not a clue, sorry. Perhaps there'll be some party games with the other passengers! |
More hint system stuff. |
|
|
That's bird puree, alright... but I wouldn't make a song and dance about it. |
More hint system stuff. |
|
|
You mentioned starlings a while back, didn't you, sir? Well, if I'm not mistaken, they're a kind of fish, and not a particularly good one at that. Don't swim very well... |
More hint system stuff. |
|
|
I'd hazard a guess at bird sauce, sir, but... what's the advice of a lowly DoorBot worth, eh? |
More hint system stuff. |
|
|
I'm sure someone will be along shortly to take your order. |
Presumably for the First Class restaurant. You probably already know that Fentible is not allowed here. |
|
|
Haven't a clue, but I'm sure you'll have a lot of fun finding out. |
Contextually, probably related to figuring out who Scraliontis is while Fentible's memory cellpoint is low. |
|
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I'm sure it's just a little floor show. |
Contextually related to Scraliontis. |
|
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Whateever it is, I'm sure a couple of espressos will have him back on his feet. |
Contextually related to Scraliontis. |
|
|
I know there was a lot of toing and froing last night, but I just can't remember who, I'm... I'm sure he'll be up and about in a minute. |
Contextually related to Scraliontis. |
|
|
I don't know who it is, but he's obviously enjoyed his meal. |
Contextually related to Scraliontis. |
|
|
Another DoorBot! Joy of joys, we must meet! There's so much to say. |
Unknown; there are no other DoorBots aboard the Starship Titanic. |
|
|
Pleasant-looking woman. Can't say I know her. Maybe it's my wife! I wonder if bots have wives; I'm sure I deserve one. I'm sure I'm a decent sort of bot when I'm working properly! |
Presumably for the scrapped Photo item (separate from the photo of Your Lovely Home). |
|
|
Don't know what happens, but I'm happy just to be sharing this special time with you! |
Unknown. |
|
|
Who knows? If this is the wrong room, I'm sure someone will tell you. |
Presumably for asking Fentible if you are in your room while his memory cellpoint is low. Fentible cannot be summoned to any staterooms. |
|
|
I'm not really the best judge of that. I'm sure it'll feel bigger when you've lived in it a little. |
As above. |
|
|
There's a word for his condition, but it momentarily escapes me. He'll be right as rain any moment, I'm sure! |
Related to the death of either Brobostigon or Scraliontis. |
|
|
Don't know what they are, but they look jolly edible to me! |
Presumably for the sweets in the Second Class stateroom, where Fentible cannot go. |
|
|
Who knows? They look yummy, though. |
As above. |
|
|
Don't know. Can't do any harm, can it? |
||
|
Ugly beggar, isn't it? Couldn't tell you what it is, but I'm sure it's going to come in jolly handy. |
||
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Haven't got a clue, but what harm can it do to try? |
||
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Not sure if I do that sort of thing. Let's have a shot at it, shall we? |
Unknown behaviour for asking the DoorBot an unknown question... |
|
|
Are we going somewhere? How exciting! |
...but given previous context and these further lines, probably scrapped following behaviour. |
|
|
I'm fairly certain jumping's not the answer. Although who knows, they say flying's all in the mind, don't they? |
Contextually, probably related to the Central Well. One could picture an interesting scenario if you apply that context to the previous lines... |
|
|
Elevators. Holy kaboley, they'll come in handy! Let's go for a ride! |
It's a shame, but Fentible cannot use elevators. At least, not while you're watching. |
|
|
I think she's rather important, but I seem to have forgotten the details. |
Most likely referring to Titania, perhaps via the statue at the top of the well given numeral context. |
|
|
Who knows? Perhaps someone's putting on a show. Oh, I do hope so! |
Judging by previous context, probably related to the bodies. Could also be for the LiftBot head and or crushed television at the bottom of the well. |
|
|
Can't quite remember the old emergency drill today. Let's just ignore him. He'll probably go away! |
Interesting line about an 'Emergency Drill'. The way this line is structured leads one to believe a Bot of some sort would have randomly appeared in a room, beginning an emergency drill. There is exactly one known unused bot, and that's the ChatterBot (at least assuming ChatterBot is also the same Bot as the one in the unused portrait on the main page; otherwise there are two). This conjecture could also be entirely wrong and it could actually be referring to one of the bodies, given the line directly below. |
|
|
Could be the king of Calpon, for all I know. He'll wake up in a second and tell us! |
Presumably for one of the bodies. |
|
|
I wonder if it always does that. I thought it was rather fun, actually! |
Unknown event. Possibly spliced audio? Given the next line, may be referencing the intro started by the plinth. |
|
|
We're going to check you in for the voyage of a lifetime! |
Unused line; you cannot summon Fentible before talking to Marsinta. |
|
|
Why don't you just press it, then sit back and prepare to be excited? |
Again, contextually likely related to the Plinth Intro. |
|
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Let me introduce one of my charming colleagues: our delightful DeskBot, who will check you in. |
As above, you cannot summon Fentible at this point. |
|
|
You won't be needing the embarkation doors till we land. And according to the brochure, I'm expecting paradise! |
Would have been used if you tried to use one of the embarkation doors with Fentible around, but that's not how the final gameplay works. In addition, Fentible seems to think the Titanic is going somewhere specific, which it isn't, as it is lost in hyperspace with no piloting AI. |
|
|
It's the service elevator, but don't you worry; you'll be using the Grand Central Elevator system from here. |
Apparently from a time where you couldn't go back down the service lift. |
|
|
To be honest, I'm having doubts about my accuracy. Ask the BellBot, he'll get it right. |
||
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My own philosophy's a simple one: Think of life as just a word upon a balloon, and you'll never lack a smile upon your face! |
||
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Not entirely with you there; we probably lost a little something in the old translation, but let's not worry about that. Onwards and upwards! |
||
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Thank you for your suggestion. Just as soon as you're aboard, we shall be dancing down the old moonbeams; and what unconfined joy that will be! |
An implication of talking to Fentible before ever even boarding the ship. In the final game, you can say a grand total of one thing to Fentible before boarding. |
|
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There's no time to hang around; it's now or never! |
Still related to conversing before boarding the ship. |
|
|
That is the Personal Electronic Thing, one of the great miracles of the age which I can tell you're going to have a lot of fun using. |
More hint system stuff. |
|
|
Ah yes, compared to the old Klepton Lobe Invader it is rather primitive, but we do find it rather more reliable! |
||
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I could see you're excited, and so you should be! It's a Personal Electronic Thing, and it's your key to having a jolly lazy time while you're onboard! |
More hint system stuff. |
|
|
Ah well, that's for me to know and you to have fun finding out! |
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Look on the bright side: the property market's bottomed out in this region of the galaxy, so it's a perfect time to buy another one! |
Fentible being rather insensitive about your poor house. |
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Due to an unfortunate navigational error, the cruise liner Starship Titanic appears to have crashed into your lovely home! Normal service will be resumed as soon as possible, however, and I expect limitless delight and joy to break out any second now. |
As above. |
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What a charming notion. If, as I surmise, you are referring to Leovinus, then I am sure we will meet him soon! |
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No one's ever tried it at this speed. Why not just settle back and enjoy the *unintelligible*? |
Unknown, file appears partially damaged at the end. |
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Madam. |
Gender-related line. |
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From my experience, you'll be missing an absolute beano! Nothing like a maiden voyage to invigorate the soul, and this is nothing like a maiden voyage! *laughter* |
Presumably would have been for refusing to come on board. |
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Other. |
Gender-related line. |
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We've got the variety that doesn't converse, but looking on the bright side, that does mean we don't have to form a relationship with it. |
Unknown. |
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Tempt the little fellow with a tasty morsel and he'll be out of there like a shot. |
Probably for the parrot. |
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He'll be off that perch like a whiphound after a prawn dinner! |
As above. |
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Hmm, you're on the right track there, I'd try... the restaurant. |
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All it wants is to be happy, and now you're here, I'm sure you're going to help. |
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I'm certain that if you feed it right it will be an absolute boon. |
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What a thoroughly, thoroughly wonderful idea. |
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Distract it with a spot of food; that's sure to work. |
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Find the address, prop the little fellow into the Succ-U-Bus, and whiz him away. |
Related to sending the parrot through the Succ-U-Bus. |
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Delightful creature, isn't it? Been on board for some time now; perhaps there's going to be a circus! |
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You'll have to send the parrot yourself, sir. He'll be happy to oblige. |
More parrot sending. |
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Chuck the little beggar through the Succ-U-Bus, sir. You know it makes sense. |
As above. |
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They'd make a lovely hat; very useful if winter sets in. |
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Most parrots will eat anything, so it's worth taking a few risks with what you offer. |
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It knows a lot of what's been going on, and I'm sure you'll get it to help. |
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Jumping jillobies, you're right! That's not a light, it's Titania's nose! No wonder we're having a rum time if there's bits of the boss all over the shop! At least we know what we're dealing with, eh? |
More hint system stuff, related to Titania's nose. |
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Pop it back on the old girl's face, I think, and everything will be tickety-boo! |
As above. |
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Hmm, looks rather important to me. I've a feeling it's going to come in handy during the journey. |
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In my experience, the successful traveller is prepared for any eventuality. I'm sure you're a successful traveller! |
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I believe that's part of the parrot's perch. We live in strange times, and I would say: take it with you, it's bound to come in handy! |
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I do believe that is the sound of a parrot in pain. Rather pleasant, isn't it? |
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Just find him and chuck him back in the Succ-U-Bus. Easy as pulling the wings off a niblet! |
Parrot sending again, presumably for if you lost him through the Succ-U-Bus by sending him without a chevron. |
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The parrot went wherever you addressed it. I'm sure it's very happy there... |
As above. |
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If I were you, I'd leave the parrot here whilst you enjoy the ship's attractions. |
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Only watches rubbish, but I'm hoping to introduce it to a little classic adaptation as the voyage continues. |
Referring to the parrot's love of watching TV. |
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Well, I do believe the little fellow's trying to tell you something about Titania! |
Characters cannot interact in this manner. |
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Now you're cooking! I do believe that our highly-regarded Second Class guests are furnished with an unlimited supply of pistachios upon embarkation. |
More hint system stuff. |
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He'll scoff the lot faster than a gold-plated Succ-U-Bus! |
More hint system stuff. |
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This is the wildest of wild guesses, but I do believe there's a bird sauce dispenser in the Super-Galactic Traveler restaurant. |
More hint system stuff. |
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Heaven's below, sir, you've done it, if my memory for purées doesn't deceive me... |
More hint system stuff. |
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There's bound to be a spare cup or a glass somewhere. |
More hint system stuff. |
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You can do anything: all you have to do is believe. And if you believe that, you'll believe anything, and thus become omnipotent. |
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I expect I'd pop out somewhere else in the ship, bright as a button and fresh as a daisy! |
Would have been for asking what would happen if you tried to send Fentible through the Succ-U-Bus. |
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I'm sure D'Astragar, our enormously talented maitre d', will take your order shortly. |
Fentible cannot go to the First Class restaurant. |
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Looks to me like some sort of circuit connector. Do know I'd hang on to that if I were you; I think it could come in very handy... |
Alternate name for a Fuse. |
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I do believe there has been a catastrophe of fatal proportions. Still, I hear's the soup's always good. |
Fentible still cannot go to the First Class restaurant. |
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Ah, well, as we all know, death is a matter of opinion. |
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Well, I know Mr. Leovinus popped up here to see him; mm, perhaps he tripped and fell against him? |
Would have to have been for either the restaurant or Titania's chamber, neither of which Fentible can go to. |
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That, I'm afraid to say, is Mr. Scraliontis, the Starship Titanic accountant. |
Again, Fentible cannot go here. |
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Jolly good idea; I'll get right onto it! |
Asking the DoorBot to do something; context unknown. |
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Oh yes, the Multi-Bot Multi-User License opened up a whole new world to me. Used to be stuck in the one room forever, you see, but now, I'm a whole new bot... or a lot of bots, I suppose you could say. |
Fentible implies that he simultaneously inhabits every DoorBot on the ship, which by extension, of course, implies that there are multiple DoorBots on the ship. This may lend some context to prior lines. |
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Ah yes, the great Doreen McLevity, the finest female impersonator ever to pull on a rubber hat. |
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If you make her smile, we will all be a small bit happier, and that's reward in itself! |
Presumably related to the SGT entertainment room. |
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As long as the PET code matches the room code, you're home and dry. And what a charmingly... miniature room it is! |
Fentible cannot enter your charmingly... miniature room! |
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Exactly 104 smorbits by 108. It's a beauty, isn't it? |
Apparently the exact in-universe size of your room. |
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Dead, I believe, but I'm sure it's not as serious as it looks! |
About the bodies. |
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Sir. |
Sir. |
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A variety of sweetmeats and savories for your joy and delectation! |
Unknown; no such scenario in-game. |
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Lovely. |
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Live a little! Eat them all up! Feast yourself on these titanic tasties! |
Unknown; no such scenario in-game. |
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That is the Succ-U-Bus, an expert in the field of whizzing things 'round the ship to wherever you want them to go. |
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It will whiz off to wherever you want it to go faster than you could say "Intergalactic Upgrade", and certainly faster than you could get one! |
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I expect I'd pop out somewhere else in the ship, bright as a button and fresh as a daisy. |
Different-mood version of above line about sending Fentible through the Succ-U-Bus. |
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Doesn't look as though I'm designed for taking, sir, does it? I'm sure you'll find someone to help. |
Only the BellBot is good at Taking, and he does this exactly once in the game. |
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Any minute now, I expect the Captain will be squirting the old quasars, bringing the nose 'round, and locking on to paradise. |
Don't bet on it mate. Another reference to the Titanic having a course in mind, which it does not. |
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That is the exquisite Titania, the central intelligence of the ship. |
Fentible is forbidden from entering Titania's chamber. Apparently, he falls off the ceiling. |
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I think we'd better just leave him here. Who knows, he might feel better after a bit of peace and quiet! |
Body stuff. |
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That's the accountant; but don't you worry, I'm sure he's just playing about! |
Scraliontis's body. |
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Moving bowls... This doesn't sound good. If the bowls are moving, then we can't trust anything! |
Sorry? Maybe referring to the Second Class stateroom sweets? But it's the sweets that move, not the bowls... |
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Haven't got a clue what that is. I'm sure it's deeply important and my forgetting will land us in some awful predicament. |
More hint system stuff. |
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Chickens... They're the fluffy ones with legs, aren't they? Hmm, no chance, they'll be rock solid in the freezers. Lucky beggars... |
More hint system stuff. |
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Are there chickens in here? They'll be messy, and I shall probably have to tidy up! |
More hint system stuff. |
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Who knows? To be honest, I'm more worry about my memory. ...Did you say something? |
More hint system stuff. |
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Who knows? We're probably stuck with them. Just my luck. Racing chickens... |
More hint system stuff. |
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Chicken? What chicken? Ohh, they'll be letting starlings on board next... |
More hint system stuff. |
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It's not a job for a grown bot, but it's... probably the best I'm going to get. |
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I can't remember what these buttons do, and anyway, it's unlikely they're going to make me feel happier. |
Seems to be for Fentible's cellpoint sculpture. |
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Don't know. Perhaps this is all I do. Perhaps I'm a failure... |
Poor Fentible... |
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Oh yes, very nice! I always wondered what planets looked like close up. |
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To our doom, I expect... I can't remember if I've been there before, but it sounds like a place... you only visit once. |
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Knowing our luck, if you press that button, we shall all be blown to smithereens! |
If referring to the Bomb, either the bomb was originally found somewhere else, or Fentible was at one point summonable in Titania's Chamber. |
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Whatever it is, getting involved with it's going to make you about as happy as a Bogon prawn on a barbecue... |
More hint system stuff. |
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Who knows what they are; it's probably where they keep the rubbish bins. |
More hint system stuff. |
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Whatever it is, I can promise you it leads to neither wealth, fame, or happiness... |
Unknown. |
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Don't know. Don't think I eat. So I don't think I know about food. |
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There's no time to hang around. Unless we get aboard now, something dreadful will happen! It always does... |
Presumably an alternate mood response to the player dawdling before boarding the Titanic in an early version of the game. |
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I presume it's something rather important that's... fallen out of my brain. Won't make me think any better, though, will it? |
Another reference to Fentible's memory being a physical obtainable item. |
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Take my word for it: it's a trial for me too, and there's nothing we can do about it! |
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Never seen it before, but if it came off our ship it's probably a piece of old junk. |
Seems to be another reference to Fentible's memory item. |
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Who knows? Perhaps we keep a file on the ugliest passengers. |
Well I never. |
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Is it? Oh well, I suppose it'll be me who gets the blame... |
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Something rather unnecessary appears to happened, although, bless me, I have little recollection of the event. Such is my experience of these matters that I expect... the mantle of blame will be placed upon my shoulders. |
Presumably an alternate mood line for asking what happened while in Your Lovely Home. |
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Don't remember who our leader is. Even if I did, they wouldn't be bothered meeting you. Leaders never are. Or is that fish I'm thinking of? |
Seems to be a spliced clip, likely a response for "Take me to your leader". |
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Haven't got a clue. Still, you didn't have much of a life anyway, from what I've seen. |
Wow. Still presumably taking place in Your Lovely Home. |
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Well, it's your choice. If you don't come, your life will just continue in its sad and desolate form for the rest of infinity. But you won't listen to me, sir, will you? |
For denying boarding the Titanic while Fentible is in a bad mood. |
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I didn't know parrots could talk... Typical. We've got the one that just spouts rubbish! |
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I seem to remember playing a tune helps... No, that's snakes. I'm no help, am I? |
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We had a parrot once. Or was it a fish? Anyway, it died. |
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Do you know, I bet all I own there's no parrot food on this ship. ...I wonder what I do own? |
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Who knows? I expect we shall have to watch it eat for the rest of the trip. |
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Who knows? Frankly, the day I have to rely upon a parrot is the day I'll have my brain removed. |
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I'm sure there's a way, but... I've forgotten it. I don't think you'd catch it, anyway. |
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What parrot? Good lord! They'll let anyone aboard these days... |
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Memory's gone, you know... Not coming back. End of DoorBot, as far as I can see... |
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Oh, a parrot! I expect it's an early warning system for... loss of atmosphere. |
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Parrots. Pistachios. You know, sir, I had the distinct feeling I was working on a starship. Perhaps, though, I work in a zoo, and... this is all a dream... |
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If there is a parrot on board, he's not going to listen to me. |
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I wonder where they came from? Not that they'll help... We're suffering from an intelligence failure big enough to fill a blue hole, and they send us feathers... Typical! |
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You've got me there. I wouldn't offer it anything because... I don't think it's deserved it. |
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Never seen it before, and I doubt some old bird's going to be much help. |
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Looks like a nose, doesn't it? Parrots... Noses... Bodies... I'm afraid it's not going to be the journey of a million lifetimes that I promised you! |
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Who knows? We could put string through it and wear it as a necklace, I suppose. |
More hint system stuff. |
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Doesn't look much like a perch, does it? Probably the crank laser from the engine, in which case, who cares, because we're all doomed... |
More hint system stuff, in which case, who cares, because we're all doomed. |
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I don't know what it is... but it looks pretty useless to me. |
More hint system stuff. |
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Couldn't tell you what it is. You'll just be wasting your time lugging it 'round the ship. |
More hint system stuff. |
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Sounds awfully like a Rappulon to me. Ooh, could be a Monkey-Eating Plenge... Or is it a Titherer? Whatever; as soon as it gets out it'll probably eat us. |
Unknown; maybe for the parrot? |
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So, we had a parrot, did we? Won't see that again, I bet. |
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Who knows? Could be freezing his feathers off in deep space, for all we know. |
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Don't ask me! Since when was a parrot the solution to anybody's problems? |
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Don't recognize any of it. If it was something I liked, I probably wouldn't remember anyway, so it's not worth watching... |
Unknown, possibly referring to the sport Nib, which Fentible enjoys. When he's functioning properly, anyway. |
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Haven't got a clue. But if you ask me, it's just trying to confuse you. |
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Whatever they are, it's... unlikely we'll find any before the Titanic veers off the old ocean highway and takes us to our doom... |
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Could be anywhere. Knowing my luck, it'll come out of my head and ruin this jacket. |
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Heard the one about the amnesiac DoorBot who couldn't remember his... umm... sorry, I seem to have forgotten the... um, you know, the line that goes at the end of a... whatchamacallit. You know... |
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So, there's a bar, is there? Ah well, I suppose it's full of riffraff drinking big bottles and singing star shanties. |
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I expect it's a deeply unpleasant experience involving hitherto unknown forms of pain and suffering. |
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Can't say I know who the chappie on the floor is, but... I don't think you'll get much to eat here. |
Seems to be for the First Class restaurant. You already know Fentible is not allowed here. |
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Some useless piece of rubbish, I expect... I'd chuck it away if I were you. |
More hint system stuff. |
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Do you, I... I can't remember if it's always like this, but... From the look of things, I bet the soup's off. |
Seems to be for the First Class restaurant. You already know Fentible is not allowed here. |
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Whatever he is, I have an awful feeling it's going to happen to us all one day... |
Seems to be for the First Class restaurant. You already know Fentible is not allowed here. |
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Who knows? It's all going to end in tears, so... what does it matter? |
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Don't know who it is, but I doubt he's going to pay the bill. |
Seems to be for the First Class restaurant. You already know Fentible is not allowed here. |
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Yes, of course. I wonder what I did to annoy you? |
Presumably intended for aggressively telling the DoorBot to go away. |
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Another DoorBot, eh? So, what bad news can he tell me I don't already know, but have probably forgotten? |
Another strange reference to another DoorBot. |
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Could be anyone. Looks too pretty to have been a friend of mine... |
Wouldn't really fit with the bodies, so probably Titania. Fentible cannot go to Titania's Chamber. |
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Make her smile again... Make her smile again... Make her smile again... I think it's what they call... quality time. |
Poor Fentible's in a loop, it seems. |
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Who knows? I wouldn't give this room to my dog. If I had one. Maybe I do? Or did. I've certainly not fed it for days... Probably run off now, if I ever did have one. You can't trust them, can you? Even to belong to you... |
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Mentally, I have... nothing to compare it with, but... I do suspect you'll become unhappy or even depressed if you stay long in here... |
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There's a word for his condition, but it... momentarily escapes me. |
Bodies. |
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Just... trifles, I expect. Nothing remotely exciting, but since my memory's gone, what's the point of exciting, anyway? Can't remember exciting, so... why bother? |
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Who knows? We're eating sweets, and we're doomed... Many year ago, the Galatian Army, on the eve of a crucial battle, became so obsessed with completing a giant balsic wood model of their leader, Erik the Third, that they overslept the nex day. As a consequence, the Thralls conquered their whole galaxy, and by teatime were making toast on the charred remains of that same statue. Until now, I could never understand how it happened... |
We're eating sweets, and we're doomed... |
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Eat what? |
Could the DoorBot eat sweets with you? |
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Ugly beggar, isn't it? Couldn't tell you what it is. Probably earns more than I do... |
Succ-U-Bus? |
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Haven't got a clue, but I wouldn't count on seeing it again. |
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It's anyone's guess. I expect it's a deeply unpleasant experience involving hitherto unknown forms of pain and suffering... |
Presumably related to sending yourself through the Succ-U-Bus. |
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I would take it, sir, but I don't think I know where to go. Not even sure I can go! Stuck, really, aren't I? |
You still can't ask Fentible to take something. |
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You're joking, I presume? We're stuck fast on this hovel you call a planet. ...I could be wrong, though. It has been known to happen. I think... |
Fentible and The Player have a conversation on the planet called Earth. Again, you cannot converse with the DoorBot before boarding. |
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"Titanic"... "Titanic"... No, I'm afraid the word means nothing to me. Still, hehe, what do I know, not very much to be honest. I suppose that's why I'm here with you! It's sunk to this... |
Fentible forgetting the word Titanic. |
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Whatever it is, I'm sure you don't need it, and you probably wouldn't get one anyway, so... I wouldn't bother. |
More hint system stuff. |
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We're all unhappy, and... we all know it's going to get worse! |
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Who knows? Who cares? Who lives? Who dies? Every door that opens offers yet another twist of fate... |
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Why not just... fall off? Finish the whole thing while you're ahead? I'm forgetting, you're... probably not allowed to. |
Presumably for the top of the well? Poor Fentible. |
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The elevators appear to go down. I don't know where they end up, but... down doesn't sound to me like a promising direction. |
Elevators. |
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Never heard of her. Probably just a ship's follower, given what some of this crew are like... |
Probably Titania? |
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No idea. A very large stowaway, I expect. |
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It's a lottery, sir. Or is it? Oh, I think I'll go and lie down, sir. I'm not happy... |
Fentible is not happy... |
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Never heard of her. Doubtless she'll contribute to this mess, whoever she is... |
Titania? |
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This is but one of my diverse responsibilities, and the way things are going, it will probably be my last. |
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I don't care where we go or what we do. All I know is that life isn't what it used to be |
Presumably either for the scrapped following system or asking where the Titanic is heading. |
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The only time you'll find me down here is when there's a problem like you to deal with. |
Fentible being rude. Presumably for when Fentible descends in the Service Elevator into your home, while in a bad mood. |
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Very beautiful... until you remember we should be a million light years from here. |
Presumably asking bad mood-ed Fentible a question while in Your Lovely Home. |
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We're going to check you in, at which point, I shall be at your beck and call... forever. |
You can't summon Fentible before speaking with Marsinta. |
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Press that button and I suspect our dismal journey recommences. |
As above, referring to the plinth. |
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That... is the DeskBot. Prepare to feel well-gloomed... |
As above. |
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You won't be needing the embarkation doors 'till we land. ...That is, if we don't crash first. |
As above. |
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Trademan's entrance, and yours truly has the dubious honour of using it daily. |
As above, presumably referring to the service elevator. |
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There's chicken, chicken, and chicken, and I'm afraid that's considered choice enough for most. |
The SGT menu. |
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Not entirely with you there; we probably lost a little something in the old translation. Reminds me of the day we had that explosion in the language-bottling plant. Nobody'd cleared up the mess. Split infinitives everywhere... |
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If only we could go back... How often we try and find only unhappiness. |
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No time to hang around. Unless we get aboard now, we'll be doomed to unhappiness for the rest of our lives. |
For dawdling before boarding in an earlier version of the game, presumably. |
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That is the Personal Electronic Thing. Get another useless gizmo... |
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Compared to the old Klepton Lobe Invader it is rather primitive. It's probably damaging your health even as we speak. It's probably damaged mine already... |
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It's a Personal Electronic Thing. It won't work, of course; I wouldn't bother getting excited... |
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Ship's rules; so they know where to send the body, I suppose. |
Excuse me? Unknown context... |
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Yes, what a mess! We so nearly missed you, too! |
Referring to the ship hitting your house. |
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Due to an unfortunate navigational error, the cruise liner Starship Titanic appears to have crashed into your lovely home. Such is my experience of these matters that I expect the mantle of blame will be placed upon my shoulders. |
As above. |
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It's your choice. Stay or go, it'll end in disaster. It always does! ...I think. |
Probably for dawdling before boarding with a pessimistic-setting Fentible. |
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These parrots can't answer questions, which is a shame, because it could probably get us out of this mess. |
Parrots, plural, which is interesting. There is only one aboard the ship. |
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He only leaves that cage when he chooses. I recommend giving up all hope now. |
Parrot. |
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Chicken pistachios is all he's been calling for. He'll probably change his mind... |
Parrot. |
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Chickens and nuts is what he wants; you'll have no joy finding them, not with the ship in this state! |
Parrot. |
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The foul creature is continually hungry, and the task of feeding it appears to have fallen to me. |
Parrot. |
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It'll try, but I think it's talking complete nonsense. |
Parrot. |
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I feel the same way myself. Never succeeded, though. |
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It's a stubborn bird, and sadly I doubt you have the capacity to outwit it. |
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Throw the little beggar into the Succ-U-Bus and send it off. Good luck. It'll probably just fly back again straight away. |
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It's been onboard since the ship was under construction. Funny thing, really. Everything was alright until the parrot arrived... |
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Getting the parrot to do something you want is about as easy as getting a new wig on Tallapandie. |
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Getting the parrot to do something is about as easy as swallowing your own foot. |
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I think the parrot needs the feathers more than you. Although, what use is the parrot? All it does is drive me mad... |
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Most parrots will eat anything, but this one's a mangy beggar so I'd start with wood and only offer it the roast Sinuvian partridge when you think it's really earned it. |
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It knows a lot of what's been going on, but as it's a parrot, I doubt you'll learn very much. |
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That's Titania's nose. No wonder we're in a mess. It's chaos, that's what it is! Chaos! |
More hint system stuff. |
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Try and get it back on Titania's face, although I doubt this is going to be the end of our troubles... |
More hint system stuff. |
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Looks rather important to me. However, if the parrot's had it, it's probably useless by now. |
More hint system stuff. |
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In my experience the successful traveller is prepared for any eventuality. Although quite how an old parrot's perch will help you defeats me... |
More hint system stuff. |
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I believe that's part of the parrot's perch. I can think of no earthly reason why you should want to carry it 'round the ship! |
More hint system stuff. |
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I do believe that is the sound of a parrot in pain. Just our luck if he's stuck. He'll scream like that until the universe freezes over... |
Presumably the parrot could have gotten stuck in the Succ-U-Bus, which sounds... unpleasant. |
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Just hang around; he's not a creature that likes to stay out late. |
More hint system stuff. |
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The parrot went wherever you addressed it... in theory. |
More hint system stuff. |
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The state we're in, you might as well wring its neck and wear it as a hat, for all the good it'll do! |
More hint system stuff. |
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Just the usual rubbish... but what can you expect? |
More hint system stuff. |
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It's just trying to confuse you with references to Titania. |
More hint system stuff. |
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They have pistachios in Second Class, but... I doubt whether you will qualify for an upgrade. |
More hint system stuff. |
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He'll eat it alright... then he'll want more, and then he'll just sulk and moan and generally ruin our lives. |
More hint system stuff. |
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Try the riff-raff restaurant. Do know, I have a dreadful feeling I shall have to do all your thinking for you. |
More hint system stuff. |
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I seem to remember seeing a spare glass somewhere in the bar. Is it worth all the effort, I ask myself? |
More hint system stuff. |
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I believe you can, but quite what you're going to do with it once it's there is beyond me. |
More hint system stuff. |
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I expect I'd pop out somewhere else in the ship, minus my dignity and what little pride remains. |
Related to sending Fentible through the Succ-U-Bus. |
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Given the state of D'Astragar here, I don't think you're going to be getting much to eat. |
Fentible is not allowed in the First Class restaurant. |
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It's a circuit connector, I believe... but you don't stand a chance of finding where it comes from. |
Alternate term for the Fuses. |
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There's been murder committed, alright. Given the state of the ship, I doubt we'll catch the culprits... |
Brobostigon's and/or Scraliontis's death. |
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Dead. And there's not many come back from there for breakfast, I can tell you! |
Body. |
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I've an awful feeling that dear Mr. Leovinus may have gotten a teeny bit worked up and done something he shouldn't have... |
As above. |
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That's Scraliontis, the Starship Titanic project accountant. Obviously didn't leave a big enough tip... |
As above; Fentible is not allowed here. |
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As you wish. I knew I'd be treated like this... |
Presumably for telling the DoorBot to go away. |
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Oh yes, there's no getting away from me, is there? And there's no getting away from you, either... |
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That'll be Doreen McLevity. Rather a lowlife sort of person; not the subject of polite conversation. |
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Nothing happens. It's just a picture to amuse yourself with. Part of the entertainment structure for riff-raff class. On, off, smile, no smile. Sad, isn't it... |
SGT Entertainment room. |
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As long as the PET code matches the room code, you're home and dry. I don't think you'll be throwing many parties, though. |
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Not exactly the grand palace of Hambragan, I agree, but... what can you expect if you don't check the brochure beforehand? |
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Dead. And there's not many come back from there, I can tell you! |
Brobostigon's and/or Scraliontis's death. |
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More little luxuries... Curiously, they only serve to remind me of the fragility of life, and the danger of imminent hyperdisaster which we should now be confronting. |
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Why should I care? |
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Dance around the room with him on your head! I doubt it'll do much good. |
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Oh, that's the Succ-U-Bus. A hopeless and deeply unpleasant piece of equipment, which is as likely to function properly as the people of Tulluc are to renounce lip salve. |
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Usually the Succ-U-Bus is supposed to whiz your object wherever you want it to go. Today, your guess will be as good as mine... |
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I expect I'd pop out somewhere else in the ship, minus my dignity and what little pride remains. |
Sending Fentible through the Succ-U-Bus. |
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Don't do taking, sir. They wouldn't load me with the know-how. Said I wasn't suitable. Shame, really; I think I would have been quite good at taking... |
Asking Fentible to take something. |
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We've lost our slot now, so even if we do go, we'll just end up in a stack of alanguous centauri. |
Unknown time-based event. |
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That is Titania, supposedly the central intelligence of the ship. These days she's doing the job about as effectively as a lemon on a nib-boot. |
Fentible still cannot enter Titania's Chamber. |
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Don't think it matters what we do with him. I expect it'll turn out to be my fault anyway... |
More hint system stuff. |
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That's the accountant, and no one's going to tell me he died a natural death! |
Fentible can't enter this area. |
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Nasty piece of work, Marsinta. The mother of all DeskBots. |
More hint system stuff. |
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I've never seen it do that before. I suppose that means they're broken all over the ship. |
Unknown; possibly referring to the Succ-U-Bus? Spliced clip. |
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Can't remember. Ask someone else. I'm sulking! |
He's sulking. |
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Can't quite remember the old emergency drill today. Let's just ignore him; he'll probably go away! |
Another emergency drill line. Unknown who Fentible is referring to. |
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I wonder if it always does that. I thought it was rather fun, actually. |
Unknown. |
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Heaven knows where we are. It's not anywhere you want to be! |
Unknown location. |
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Just plug it in and the Succ-U-Bus will send you anywhere in the ship you want to go. What a joyously modern thing the old Titanic is, eh? |
Apparently you could collect an item that plugged into a Succ-U-Bus and allowed it to send you. The Succ-U-Bus still has lines in the final game for this; see the main audio subpage for details. |
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This is perhaps the least important room onboard. I wouldn't trouble yourself with it. |
Presumably for the bilge room. |
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Dead, I believe, but... I'm sure it's not as serious as it looks. |
Brobostigon. |
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I know he had a slight difference of opinion with Leovinus. Perhaps he took the honorable way out. |
As above. |
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I think we'd better just leave him here. Who knows? He might feel better after a bit of peace and quiet. |
As above. |
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Funny you should mention that; the Succ-U-Bus keeps complaining about it. Probably just a bit of food, eh? Couldn't possibly be a body! |
As above. |
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We'll call a PlumbBot, and it'll be fixed in a jiffy! |
Presumably related to above. |
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That's Brobostigon, but don't worry, I'm sure he's just playing about. |
Brobostigon. |
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I've never seen it do that before. I'm sure someone will rectify the Succ-U-Bus immediately. |
Fentible witnessing Mother sneezing, presumably. |
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Haven't got a clue. I don't expect it works. Whatever it is... |
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I've never been to this dreadful place in my life. Doubtless, knowing my luck I shall be visiting it again shortly. |
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There's a word for his condition, but it... momentarily escapes me. |
Bodies. |
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I've no idea. I expect he was done away with. And we're probably next in the queue! |
Bodies. |
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Can't remember how many lives people have. He doesn't look as though he deserved more than the one. |
Bodies. |
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Good lord! There's something in the pipe! It's probably my life support system. Or my pay! |
Bodies? |
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We probably have to get someone special in. Can't remember who, though... |
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Haven't got a clue. But I'll tell you something. Whatever's happened to him, I'll probably take the blame for it! |
Bodies? |
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I wonder if it always does that. It's probably suffered a complete mental breakdown. I won't be far behind it at this rate! |
Succ-U-Bus? |
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Just plug it in and the Succ-U-Bus will send us anywhere in the ship you want to go... as if that's going to get us out of this mess. |
Another line for the Succ-U-Bi Send Yourself PlugIn. |
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Dead. And there's not many come back from there, I can tell you! |
Bodies. |
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He wasn't exactly Mr. Popular. I expect someone had him... mislaid. |
Brobostigon. |
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Don't think it matters what we do with him. I expect it'll turn out to be my fault anyway... |
Brobostigon. |
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Funny you should mention that; the Succ-U-Bus keeps complaining about it. It's probably my life support system. Or my pay! |
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Call a PlumbBot, not that it'll do much good. I've not seen one since we launched... |
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That's Brobostigon, and no one's going to tell me he died a natural death! |
Brobostigon. |
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I've never seen it do that before. I suppose that means they're broken all over the ship! |
Presumably Succ-U-Bus. |
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