Titillating Tomes/Plot Details

===Cutscenes===
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===Game Script===
====Titillating Tomes(pt.1)====
Green Thumb Moogle : How preposterously peculiar, kupo...
Green Thumb Moogle : Ohoho, if it isn't [Name].Have you perchance looked over the laudatory lessons in literature that are the "MHMU Treatise on Agronomy" and "MHMU Treatise on Minerals"?
Green Thumb Moogle : As expected of an erudite exemplar such as yourself. I, on the other hand, had to harry and hound the MHMU higher-ups to hand them over to me.
Green Thumb Moogle : To my surprise, sundry Mog Garden secrets were sequestered within those sagaciously scripted pages, kupo!
Green Thumb Moogle : I was so intensely impressed that I will endeavor to embark on an excursion to meet the able academic who composed those compendiums...and ask him to assume the role of my assistant!
Do you have a rousing response?
→Hold your halberd, kupo!
→Who penned those profound pages?
→No. Stay silent.
Green Thumb Moogle : Indubitably impossible, kupo. I am fated to find this father figure of farming named Kupogaard.
Green Thumb Moogle : Why, what happy happenstance hies the Great Kupellion hither to this humble hermitage?
The Great Kupellion : Greetings, guardians of the garden. I appear afore you to ask for assistance and deliver some didactic documents from the MHMU.
The Great Kupellion : Here you go, Green Thumb Moogle. These are the five flabbergastingly fantastic tomes you took the time to transcribe, kupo.
Green Thumb Moogle : B-but...these are crisp and clean copies of the "MHMU Treatise on Agronomy" and "MHMU Treatise on Minerals"...
Green Thumb Moogle : What mindless madness could you mean by "you took the time to transcribe"? I've never authored a single article, let alone drafted in-depth dissertations, kupo.
The Great Kupellion : Whoops! What a massive misstep I've made, kupo.
The Great Kupellion : (It sincerely slipped my senses that he's relegated recollection of that event to the remote reaches of reason.)
The Great Kupellion : (He scrivened all five sensationally sapient yet scary scriptures while under the influence of my harrowing hypnosis, kupo.)
The Great Kupellion : (If having him recall that ridiculous rampage were to wake the whimsical and weird part of him, we'd be in deep doo-doo, kupo!)
The Great Kupellion : What I meant was...<ahem>I meant that [Name]...
The Great Kupellion : Ummm...[Name] meticulously monitored your meritorious mannerisms in this Mog Garden and made note of them for me. Yes, [he/she]'s your most devoted disciple, kupo!
Green Thumb Moogle : Oooh, how astute of my adventuring amigo! I think a thousand thought-out thanks are in order, kupo.
Green Thumb Moogle : Waaait...If you're telling the truth, then why's the author's name "Kupogaard"?
The Great Kupellion : W-well, it's a pen name. You know, a pseudonym to switch to so the scribe's secrets remain safe. We made this one from the names of those who were sadly sacrificed to that seriously spooky syndrome, kupo.
Green Thumb Moogle : The one that befell our benevolent bureau but days ago, kupo!?
Green Thumb Moogle : The swift and severe "wibbly wobbly woozies"!
Green Thumb Moogle : That's the most dour disease to decimate the MHMU to date, kupo!
The Great Kupellion : Indeed. Inundated by the intelligence they had to inscribe in those five profound primers, the scholars' jimmies turned to jelly, wibbling and wobbling about... They've still yet to stand upright, kupo.
Green Thumb Moogle : How categorically catastrophic, kupo!
Green Thumb Moogle : [Name], how could you orchestrate such an outright odious onslaught of our guileless group, kupo!?
The Great Kupellion : Rebuke not [Name]. [He/She] is beyond reproach, kupo.
The Great Kupellion : If you wish to chastise and chide, choose the Mog Garden itself as your target for character assassination.
The Great Kupellion : ...At any rate, I didn't brave that bilge-ridden boat just to bring you books, kupo.
The Great Kupellion : I've come to coax you conservatory connoisseurs into cooperating with me.
The Great Kupellion : We propose the puissance present in Mog Gardens will purge the wibbly wobbly woozies from those blighted bookworms.
Green Thumb Moogle : Puissance present in Mog Gardens? Such as shining stars, kupo?
The Great Kupellion : Good guess, but I'm speaking of the life force latent in the land--the uncanny undulations unleashed by Ulbuka itself.
Green Thumb Moogle : Reprimand me if this isn't relevant, but haven't there been a lot of landshivers lately?
The Great Kupellion : For certain, kupo.[Name], know you anything about this recent rash of rifts in the realm?
Do you know what's causing them?
→A problem with the World Tree.
→Not in the least.
The Great Kupellion : Hmmm... If I rightly recall, I came across an article about that ages ago, kupo.
The Great Kupellion : This territory truly traps in terrifying portions of power...
Green Thumb Moogle : I've inhabited this islet for innumerable years, and I'd never known of such an incredible and innate influence, kupo.
The Great Kupellion : Although you may have ingested the insanity-inducing kaleidoscopic clam, I still say your spellbound spasm is attributed to the animus that abounds in this area.
The Great Kupellion : E-either way, I want you to muster myriad mementos that contain copious amounts of the effervescent energies that grow in these gardens, kupo.
The Great Kupellion : If my theory is thoroughly thought-out through and through, then those are the only thingamajigs that'll whisk away the scholars' wibbly wobbly woozies, kupo.
Green Thumb Moogle : What exactly do you want us to wind up with, though?
The Great Kupellion : The rife resources remarked upon in the compilations you--<ahem> Kupogaard created, that's what.
The Great Kupellion : To be sufficiently specific, drill calamary filched from the fishing net, a calico comet plucked from the pond, and a philosopher's stone veiled within veins, kupo.
The Great Kupellion : May the Goddess grin good-naturedly upon you and grant you glory, Green Thumb Moogle.
Green Thumb Moogle : You heard the head honcho, kupo.
Green Thumb Moogle : I have to craft conciliatory communiqués to all the casualties' kinsmen, so I can't contribute, kupo.
Green Thumb Moogle : If you're my most devoted and deferential disciple, you'll definitely do this duty in my stead. Riiight, kupo?
The Great Kupellion : (Improper as it is to involve you in an irrelevant issue, I beg you to bear with my brother's brazen boorishness.)
====After cutscene====
Green Thumb Moogle : The MHMU needs drill calamary filched from the fishing net, a calico comet plucked from the pond, and a philosopher's stone veiled within veins, kupo.
Green Thumb Moogle : If we don't get them, the wibbly wobbly woozies will continue to whittle away at our wisemen's wits, kupo!
====Titillating Tomes(pt.2)====
Green Thumb Moogle : You're due a dab of deference, thanks to the effort you've exerted in easing this endemic, kupo.
Green Thumb Moogle : I also wrapped up writing to the reeling relatives of our suffering scholars!
The Great Kupellion : Finite phrases can't faithfully fill you in on how much we appreciate your altruistic aid, kupo.
The Great Kupellion : After amassing these burgeoning bounties brimming with blessings of the land, we can certainly cure the curious condition corrupting our curators of cognition.
The Great Kupellion : We're infinitely indebted to your industriousness, [Name]. Please accept this as a reward for your righteous rummaging, kupo.
Green Thumb Moogle : Shenanigans, kupo!I'd sooner snag that superlative straw sun-blocker than some boring books!
The Great Kupellion : You...really don't remember the ridiculous rampage that resulted from that reception, kupo?
Green Thumb Moogle : What rampage? I figure from my flashbacks it was all fun and flowers.
The Great Kupellion : Please take kind care of my comrade here--he'll need it, kupo.
Green Thumb Moogle : I'll need it, kupo.
Green Thumb Moogle : ...Wait a wink! Why's that!?
Obtained: Straw hat.
====Extra dialogue====
Do you have a rousing response?
→Hold your halberd, kupo!
→Who penned those profound pages?
→No. Stay silent.
Green Thumb Moogle : Why, only Kupogaard, the most prolific of professors to publish prose on the hardships of husbandry. His beard is pretty prolific as well, being as magnificent as those on the most monastic and misanthropic of malefactors.
Do you have a rousing response?
→Hold your halberd, kupo!
→Who penned those profound pages?
→No. Stay silent.
Green Thumb Moogle : Yes, the illustrious Kupogaard would make an apt addition to my entourage, kupo.
Do you know what's causing them?
→A problem with the World Tree.
→Not in the least.
The Great Kupellion : I see. Still, there's no mistaking that this enigmatic expanse of earth embodies extraordinary energies, kupo.
The Great Kupellion : Maybe you can dig up some details on this discombobulating dilemma by continuing to colonize the continent.