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“	Today, we ventured across the plains to reach a cold cavern I'd been meaning to spelunk. The Pikmin have had a hard time coping with the bitter cold, but they were real troopers. Somehow, they summoned the strength to carry this box, so I hope it's full of treasure.	”
	—Captain Olimar on the Joy Receptacle, entry in Olimar's journal

“	On the surface, this is not art! It is a temporary spectacle compared to the glory of eternity. And yet that is WHY it is art! Machines like me are incapable of comprehending this...	”
	—The Ship pitching the Fleeting Art Form, sales pitches