Angela: Well, I can't do anything about that. Frantz, look at it closer, don't you think you can fix it?
Frantz: Isn't it obvious I can't?
Angela: Ugh. What kind of a man are you?! You're supposed to be able to fix things!
Frantz: What? I am not a mechanic!
Tude: Chill out, guys. We know someone who can fix this! That litte fatty who speaks gibberish!
Accept
Angela: Oh yeah, Poison's Husband. He's probably still stuck in that pipe. Let's go!
Decline
Angela: Oh yeah, despite your luxurious golden hair and girly headband, you're a man too. Why can't you fix this Tude?! Huh?!
Completion
Angela: Okay, Frantz. Start talking.
Frantz: What? Why are you staring at me like that?
Angela: You're the only one who can understand him, so get talking to him!
Frantz: You don't have to be rude about it. So, little guy, do you know how to fix a Chemical fusing Mixer by any chance? It's in the Top Secret Facility and...
Poison's Husband: (Shakes head.)
Angela: What? How dare you refuse! You're supposed to do what you're told.
Frantz: Angela! It's not like he's our servant. Anyway, it's urgent, little guy, we really need your help this time. Why can't you help?
Angela: Yeah, seriously. What is it, are you too fat to help us?
Frantz: Angela! shup up, I thought you wanted me to do the talking?!
Story
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