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*If I might suggest to cup your coiled orbs to profoundly rise without sound.* He's managing to hold his breath in a strained voice in this very awkward position. {[whispers] NoTeD.} The walking becomes too much. The first prince is forced to turn around and starts throwing up again. Sam is now being pulled back up as he holds onto these two rubber chickens on his chest. But now a knife is in jeopardy of falling out. In fact, it does. And lands straight down on night stand. Stuck in the wood. Oneiroi takes it with him, and leaves. The rope, Sam, and any sanity left, has now reached the top of the ceiling. >> Oh for gods sake how much do you weigh. At least you remembered to put the coins in the bloody shoes. Was this even your idea? {[whispers] ~My WiFeSss, and, what coins in what shoes? What does that even have to do with anything???~} And as for all this absurdity, the two rubber chickens make their final honk as the hole as the ceiling is put sealed together without a trace. | |