 | Can't let you pass, I'm afraid |
 | You're not a Crystal Duck |
 | So you're not welcome in the Crystal Desert |
 | We crystal ducks have preserved our community here for centuries |
 | And we cannot trust outsiders with such a fragile treasure |
 | I didn't get this job by being friendly, outsider |
 | You are talking to the crystal guard guarding the Crystal Gate into the Crystal Desert |
 | Try saying that three times fast - I bet you'll fail |
 | Hah, as if I'd ever let you through this gate |
 | Our leader is in the Toadstool Towers Tournament at the moment |
 | I'm not letting anybody past until she's finished with it |
 | I can see right through your crystal duck costume, you know |
 | Sure it's not |
 | You're not fooling anyone, pretender |
 | I bet those aren't even real crystal pupils in your eyes |
 | Probably just cheap contact lenses |
 | No way - they're not even diamonds, just slanty squares |
 | Well, kind of, yeah |
 | But you're still not allowed entry through this gate |
 | In fact, I'm not letting anybody through until our leader is finished with the Tournament here |
 | Oh - it's you |
 | You're friends with our leader, aren't you? |
 | Guess I have to let you pass, then |
 | Just... don't touch anything in the Crystal Desert |
 | Some of that stuff is hundreds of years old |