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ALEXTHOS: Friends, it is up to us to save the once-noble world of sport!
GOLDTHOS: But Alexthos, perhaps the time is not right. Commissioner Seliglieu's spies are no doubt in search of you at this very moment, and I have just recently escaped the blade of L'Emmert's guillotine!
MALCOLMIS: Courage, Goldthos! Now is the opportunity to strike back and inspire the people. We must be a beacon, a symbol that athletic tyranny will not be allowed to flourish.
ALEXTHOS: It sounds as if you have a plan, Malcolmis.
MALCOLMIS: Well, it's only in its formative stages -
GOLDTHOS: Enough with your modesty. Tell us how we may aid you!
MALCOLMIS: Brothers, I must confess, my proposal would require a degree of...reappropriation...
ALEXTHOS: If it be in the name of the greater good, I will steal all the urea we require.
MALCOLMIS: We don't need that.
ALEXTHOS: Blood samples, then.
GOLDTHOS: Peace, Alexthos. What will we need to acquire?
MALCOLMIS: The most powerful weapons of all, of course - ideas! And once we have collected a goodly amount, we shall re-present them under our banner.
GOLDTHOS: But to what end? What shall we gain from this endeavor?
MALCOLMIS: Publishing advances!
ALL: TO PUBLISHING ADVANCES!