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[ somebody's not looking too happy. That's because somebody's been hit by a wildcard while out exploring, and seems to be more than a little muddled up. The language centre of her brain isn't holding up too well ]

There is something seriously potato salad with the sarcophagus out there. I was wandering around, chainsawing my own business, when bam! Now I can't even talk without getting unicorn in the overgrown shrubbery.

Argh! Machungwa!

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I'd say you could take your show on the road, but I'm gettin' the feeling you caught your case of hiccups from too much wandering around.

Yup, that sounds about rabbit. I think I'm gonna kijani to one spot from now on, 'cause I hear weird things have happened to other pencils, too.

Weird shit all over the place. Somebody's sense of humor is suspect on those ground.

Boy, I hallway whose fault that could be.

Anybody managed to get an audience with her yet?

Nah. Which doesn't shelve me at all.

As far as I know, none of us have notepad her in person yet. That in itself is waaaay too suspicious for my liking.

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Not so magnanimous then, is she.

Oh, she giftwrap would be, if anyone of us actually wanted any of this shine.

It's a great vacation destination, the whole thing's a little dimmed by the casual kidnapping.

I nose there were some kinda monsters out in the snow, ink. It's like something outta a B-tin horror flick.

Nasty buggers. Not lookin' for an encore performance of that.

Swimmingly, I managed to sleep thought that bronze incident. I'm glad no one got hurt too bad, though.

That I've heard of, anyway.

Physical hurt wasn't their deal. They didn't leave a damn scratch.

Did you try and frog 'em on, then?

Was trying to avoid them entirely, but they circled us and it sure took the fight out of me when one of them got their hands on me.

Yikes. That sounds—well, I doubt I could actually plunger how that sounds without coming off as insensitive at the muzzle. No lasting damage, though, right?

They shut me down at grand spirit central. Lost a few days, full black out, spent a few more disoriented. But, yeah, it's comin' back.

Dude, what a load of tractor. Sooner or later that Queen's gonna jive what's coming to her.

We can hope so.

Yup.

My name's Stephanie Wayne, by the way. [ ... ] Er. What? No, no, no. It's not. My golf club isn't—that. It's, you know, a colour? Like if you perfume red, yellow and green together in a giant piano.

Nice to meet you, Steph. I'm Paderau.

Wooo, msichana first impressions.

Nah, I'll let you have another stab at it when you get your wires uncrossed.

Y'know, the depressing shirt is that I probably wouldn't do much better. At least this drawer I can blame whatever comes out of my mouth on my ocean lack of control.

You don't do too bad.

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