A: Don't Ask

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Vyschuss: You fed you waff gonna humiliate her—
Jinjur: There's still plenty of time for that.
Vyschuss: She akfepted your challenge! You fed she wouldn't dare!
Jinjur: She's a fool.
Vyschuss: She looked pretty brave to me—
Jinjur: A gallant fool fuelled by false bravado.

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Vyschuss: But now you're gonna hafta fight her! In a duel! In front of everybody!
Jinjur: That doesn't concern me. She's a peasant.
Vyschuss: A peffant hoof grannieth are Feezee an' Penny!

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Jinjur: Pah! Fighting skill isn't hereditary! How much could they have taught her?
Vyschuss: I fink vath fumfin' you oughtta be afkin' yourfelf!

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B: Can't Tell

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Jinjur: My one worry is what stunt the Weasel will try to pull... we must neutralise him—
Vyschuss: Ooh, I know! Let me fight him! I'll challenge him to a duel!

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Jinjur: For what?
Vyschuss: For the right to marry da Heir.
Jinjur: Vyschuss, you're a girl.
Vyschuss: Ffo?

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Jinjur (thinking): ...geez, you think you know someone...