The Elder:
A plum does not resent the hungry man, but the farmer who planted the tree.
Ladybug:
He resents the farmer?
Lemon:
So how do plums have fucking resentments now?
Lemon:
Oh. So it can resent?
The Elder:
Listen. The White Death is the farmer.
Ladybug:
So we're the plums. We're the plums?
Lemon:
It don't make sense! Why are you motherfuckers using metaphors?
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