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>>191145
Two groups of four start to come closer, while a third group of four remains a bit further behind.
Blackheel calls out,
"Я комиссар Черный Каблук дружбы и научной экспедиции на SSV-Кострома. Мои пони разбежались после мятежа, и... дела вышли из-под контроля. Нам нужна помощь."
A soldier replies,
"Уроните оружие!"
>>191146
At the earliest interaction (what is happening now) 100 feet away. They are moving closer, towards 60 feet.
Two groups of four start to come closer, while a third group of four remains a bit further behind.
Blackheel calls out,
"Я комиссар Черный Каблук дружбы и научной экспедиции на SSV-Кострома. Мои пони разбежались после мятежа, и... дела вышли из-под контроля. Нам нужна помощь."
A soldier replies,
"Уроните оружие!"
>>191146
At the earliest interaction (what is happening now) 100 feet away. They are moving closer, towards 60 feet.
>>191148
Silver continues to hold a hoof up, gesturing to the fog around them. "Находиться на этом острове без оружия — самоубийство. Чернобог может в любой момент призвать монстров, которые нападут на нас."
>>191149
Silver whispers to Posey such that the still somewhat distant ponies can't hear. "They made demand to drop our weapons."
Silver continues to hold a hoof up, gesturing to the fog around them. "Находиться на этом острове без оружия — самоубийство. Чернобог может в любой момент призвать монстров, которые нападут на нас."
>>191149
Silver whispers to Posey such that the still somewhat distant ponies can't hear. "They made demand to drop our weapons."
>>191150
They move closer
Speaking through a mask:
"Этот район находится под контролем ГРУ. Все неопознанные существа враждебны, если доказано обратное. Сложите оружие, и мы сможем доставить вас в безопасную зону на корабле. У нас есть оружие для вещей."
Blackheel, with more force:
"Я комиссар Черный Каблук. Я занимаю ранг в Коммунистической партии. Я требую, чтобы меня отвели к вашему командиру и вывезли с острова.
They move closer
Speaking through a mask:
"Этот район находится под контролем ГРУ. Все неопознанные существа враждебны, если доказано обратное. Сложите оружие, и мы сможем доставить вас в безопасную зону на корабле. У нас есть оружие для вещей."
Blackheel, with more force:
"Я комиссар Черный Каблук. Я занимаю ранг в Коммунистической партии. Я требую, чтобы меня отвели к вашему командиру и вывезли с острова.
>>191152
Silver tries to speak franticly enough to get the point across to the GRU ponies. "Слушай, я атташе Социалистического Зимнего Союза Свободных Северных Коммун. Меня послали вместе с посылкой, чтобы посмотреть, можно ли извлечь из нее что-нибудь полезное, и доложить о результатах. Она завладела разумом большинства членов экипажа, это верные солдаты и моряки, в чьих разумах вселился демон. Мы должны остановить и убить Чернобога, прежде чем он восстановит свои силы и двинется на материк!"
Will we require diplomacy checks?
Silver tries to speak franticly enough to get the point across to the GRU ponies. "Слушай, я атташе Социалистического Зимнего Союза Свободных Северных Коммун. Меня послали вместе с посылкой, чтобы посмотреть, можно ли извлечь из нее что-нибудь полезное, и доложить о результатах. Она завладела разумом большинства членов экипажа, это верные солдаты и моряки, в чьих разумах вселился демон. Мы должны остановить и убить Чернобога, прежде чем он восстановит свои силы и двинется на материк!"
Will we require diplomacy checks?
>>191168
I mean, now would be the time. I only need to yell at them to make them go away. No mutual language necessary.
I want to get past this encounter.
I mean, now would be the time. I only need to yell at them to make them go away. No mutual language necessary.
I want to get past this encounter.
Yeah... I am not waiting another week to resolve an encounter that can be done with a single charisma check.
Posey eventually catches on the the negotiations are not going her way, and gets progressively more agitated.
"A lift." she calls behind her expectantly
Monstrous rises from the pile of bones, the bony tip of its tail snaking out for Posey to hop onto, before raising her ~32 ft in the air, while its front end glares towards the GRU with a threatening rattle, its teeth dripping with corrupted ectoplasm.
Posey's horn crackles and sparks with malign, sanguine power, and her mane begins to stand on end as she whirls her cape, glaring down at the approaching GRU from her ghoulish perch. Her golden eyes blaze with a sickly yellow light, like a Jaguar in the moonlight, and she gnashes her fangs as they sprout from the roof of her mouth, putrid black icor bleeding around them. She draws her sword, its silver blade glimmering in the evening light. The bones on her armor rattle.
She shouts an order, not in their language, but clear enough that anypony should understand it (particularly the Bard, which I suspect knows multiple languages):
"BEGONE!!!"
[1d20+15 = (20+15) = 35]
Posey eventually catches on the the negotiations are not going her way, and gets progressively more agitated.
"A lift." she calls behind her expectantly
Monstrous rises from the pile of bones, the bony tip of its tail snaking out for Posey to hop onto, before raising her ~32 ft in the air, while its front end glares towards the GRU with a threatening rattle, its teeth dripping with corrupted ectoplasm.
Posey's horn crackles and sparks with malign, sanguine power, and her mane begins to stand on end as she whirls her cape, glaring down at the approaching GRU from her ghoulish perch. Her golden eyes blaze with a sickly yellow light, like a Jaguar in the moonlight, and she gnashes her fangs as they sprout from the roof of her mouth, putrid black icor bleeding around them. She draws her sword, its silver blade glimmering in the evening light. The bones on her armor rattle.
She shouts an order, not in their language, but clear enough that anypony should understand it (particularly the Bard, which I suspect knows multiple languages):
"BEGONE!!!"
[1d20+15 = (20+15) = 35]
>>191170
>20
KYAHAHAHAHAHAHA COWER IN FEAR YOU LITTLE WORMS!
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Q7KSZicb6Mc&pp=0gcJCdgAo7VqN5tD
>20
KYAHAHAHAHAHAHA COWER IN FEAR YOU LITTLE WORMS!
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Q7KSZicb6Mc&pp=0gcJCdgAo7VqN5tD
>>191157
The pony speaks,
"Нет, бросьте оружие, и мы проведем вас к пляжу, откуда вас увезут с острова и поместят на карантин."
This last sentence ends somewhat abruptly as he looks up
>>191170
Perhaps Posey is disappointed by just how silently the whale skeleton swims through the cloud. Songless, it is seen before it is heard, and even then its yellow tinged grey is not so distinct from the grey mist.
One pony in the squad says "Что это?" and nudges the pony next to him, who looks up. The leader sees it, looks up, then down to Posey, then up to the looming mass, and then levels his weapon at it. Another pony follows suit, but several others moves back several steps
Then Posey says, "BEGONE"
The Soldiers tremble and flinch backwards, several again aiming their weapons at it. The lead pony moves a few steps back, and so all of the ponies behind him start to move even more steps back.
The lead pony takes a voice piece from a radio attached to the back of the pony next to him:
Voice trembling, he says into it
"У нас есть новое развитие на склоне холма. Огромный летающий монстр и некий маг. Нам нужно больше сил. Мы отступим и уйдем."
Then they all start walking backwards as best they can, increasing in speed, moving back down the hill. The more organized of them keep their weapons trained on the magician riding the bone whale, though the less organized move down the hill at a faster pace.
The pony speaks,
"Нет, бросьте оружие, и мы проведем вас к пляжу, откуда вас увезут с острова и поместят на карантин."
This last sentence ends somewhat abruptly as he looks up
>>191170
Perhaps Posey is disappointed by just how silently the whale skeleton swims through the cloud. Songless, it is seen before it is heard, and even then its yellow tinged grey is not so distinct from the grey mist.
One pony in the squad says "Что это?" and nudges the pony next to him, who looks up. The leader sees it, looks up, then down to Posey, then up to the looming mass, and then levels his weapon at it. Another pony follows suit, but several others moves back several steps
Then Posey says, "BEGONE"
The Soldiers tremble and flinch backwards, several again aiming their weapons at it. The lead pony moves a few steps back, and so all of the ponies behind him start to move even more steps back.
The lead pony takes a voice piece from a radio attached to the back of the pony next to him:
Voice trembling, he says into it
"У нас есть новое развитие на склоне холма. Огромный летающий монстр и некий маг. Нам нужно больше сил. Мы отступим и уйдем."
Then they all start walking backwards as best they can, increasing in speed, moving back down the hill. The more organized of them keep their weapons trained on the magician riding the bone whale, though the less organized move down the hill at a faster pace.
>>191170
>>191185
Silver looks over at Posey as all of this is happening, his ears pinned back. It appears even he, the experienced soldier and adventurer, is taken aback by the shear force of her intimidation. He glances over at the retreating soldiers, seeing them running away more or less at the little mare and her big skeleton whale and hearing their leader's call for assistance over the radio. Look back at Posey, he breaks the silence. "I supposed that will work to prevent this from turning into battle. I have bad feeling this will lead to further troubles down line, however. Let us return to airship, we need to get moving as soon as possible."
>>191185
Silver looks over at Posey as all of this is happening, his ears pinned back. It appears even he, the experienced soldier and adventurer, is taken aback by the shear force of her intimidation. He glances over at the retreating soldiers, seeing them running away more or less at the little mare and her big skeleton whale and hearing their leader's call for assistance over the radio. Look back at Posey, he breaks the silence. "I supposed that will work to prevent this from turning into battle. I have bad feeling this will lead to further troubles down line, however. Let us return to airship, we need to get moving as soon as possible."
Cavaliere, who has been observing this from afar, remarks. "They will be back in no time.
Come on, let's get everypony ready to go."
How are the injured ponies looking?
Come on, let's get everypony ready to go."
How are the injured ponies looking?
>>191185
Satisfied, Posey descends from her perch.
She takes a moment and grunts sharply as she fishes something from between her teeth, before spitting tossing it into the fog down the mountain (it's her fangs)
"That will last us about an hour. We need to find the missing airponies and withdraw from this site before then."
>>191186
"Indeed. We do not have very much time. Giddy up." She says
She turns to Kira
"Can you find the missing airponies?"
Satisfied, Posey descends from her perch.
She takes a moment and grunts sharply as she fishes something from between her teeth, before spitting tossing it into the fog down the mountain (it's her fangs)
"That will last us about an hour. We need to find the missing airponies and withdraw from this site before then."
>>191186
"Indeed. We do not have very much time. Giddy up." She says
She turns to Kira
"Can you find the missing airponies?"
>>191186
"Well, uh..." Blackheel drops his ears down
"Let us make haste"
>>191188
Cavaliere can't see most of what occurs, it being beyond the veil of mist. But he certainly can see Monstro, moving silently through the mist, and he can hear the conspicuous absence of gunshots.
Cavaliere is among the injured, but Pinup Locker can move on his own, the captain likely can as well, though he is not yet willing to talk, and the injured pony who was previously laying down is improved, but not able to move on his own. The enthralled ponies are still locked up.
>>191189
>>191188
>>191186
In the distance, likely the other side of the bay, a couple explosions, then a much larger explosion can be heard.
"Well, uh..." Blackheel drops his ears down
"Let us make haste"
>>191188
Cavaliere can't see most of what occurs, it being beyond the veil of mist. But he certainly can see Monstro, moving silently through the mist, and he can hear the conspicuous absence of gunshots.
Cavaliere is among the injured, but Pinup Locker can move on his own, the captain likely can as well, though he is not yet willing to talk, and the injured pony who was previously laying down is improved, but not able to move on his own. The enthralled ponies are still locked up.
>>191189
>>191188
>>191186
In the distance, likely the other side of the bay, a couple explosions, then a much larger explosion can be heard.
>>191194
"We could tie a few to the skeleton as a gondola...."
Posey suggests, although not confidently
"Did Dust's cure spells not allow them to walk? What is the severity of their damage"
"We could tie a few to the skeleton as a gondola...."
Posey suggests, although not confidently
"Did Dust's cure spells not allow them to walk? What is the severity of their damage"
>>191194
"We make one with two rods and a blanket. If we don't have rods we can just roll up the edges."
"We make one with two rods and a blanket. If we don't have rods we can just roll up the edges."
>>191195
"Let me check" He moves over to the injured pony, raises a hoof and, smack right on the pony's thigh, and a bit more than the thigh
"Up!"
The pony's eyes open, and he starts to get up, though obviously dazed.
"Can you hear me? We need to move. Walk if you can."
This pony is not very responsive, but darts his eyes at the other ponies in the room.
Pinup Locker says,
"I think he might be able to walk. Don't you have others?"
>>191196
"Yeah, I think I can find some rods in here. In the beds and also some of the pylons. They've fallen apart."
"Let me check" He moves over to the injured pony, raises a hoof and, smack right on the pony's thigh, and a bit more than the thigh
"Up!"
The pony's eyes open, and he starts to get up, though obviously dazed.
"Can you hear me? We need to move. Walk if you can."
This pony is not very responsive, but darts his eyes at the other ponies in the room.
Pinup Locker says,
"I think he might be able to walk. Don't you have others?"
>>191196
"Yeah, I think I can find some rods in here. In the beds and also some of the pylons. They've fallen apart."
"Did anypony pack a cure wand?" Posey calls out, with little confidence, silently regretting her apathy towards healing resources
>>191197
"I do not know, but get them moving. Make them hustle if you have to. We cannot afford to rest here. If they pass out from exhaustion at the Kostroma then so be it." she says, a bit coldly
>>191197
"I do not know, but get them moving. Make them hustle if you have to. We cannot afford to rest here. If they pass out from exhaustion at the Kostroma then so be it." she says, a bit coldly
>>191200
Kira: "Oh, I've already found them. There's a bat pony scent over by the...lighthouse...which is right next to where the 'gee are you' landed..." She slowly lowers her hoof. "...aw dangit..."
Kira: "Oh, I've already found them. There's a bat pony scent over by the...lighthouse...which is right next to where the 'gee are you' landed..." She slowly lowers her hoof. "...aw dangit..."
Is there anything else we need to work out before Kira leads us to the airponies?
>>191207
If that WERE the answer, it would be from GM, which I am not.
But, since we're here, allow me to suggest that incessant "Tend to me and my declared things/posts/dicerolls" are,... not conducive. What I mean is, imagine someone made an effort-post, which got buried under a whole bunch of "GM, I'm waiting on you". "GM, hurry the fuck up." and so on posts.
If you like, we can get into how one player observed and learned from this phenomena and exploited it, to everyone's chagrin, but yes; for now patience is the as-yet unlearned attribute
If that WERE the answer, it would be from GM, which I am not.
But, since we're here, allow me to suggest that incessant "Tend to me and my declared things/posts/dicerolls" are,... not conducive. What I mean is, imagine someone made an effort-post, which got buried under a whole bunch of "GM, I'm waiting on you". "GM, hurry the fuck up." and so on posts.
If you like, we can get into how one player observed and learned from this phenomena and exploited it, to everyone's chagrin, but yes; for now patience is the as-yet unlearned attribute
>>>/ooc/
>meanwhile, at the Silver estate
Gloomy practices his Crayola binding sigils. He has already succeeded in contacting the firebreathing Amon once before, now familiar with the disgraced former god of light and justice.
Will the precocious little colt learn to rewrite his pact with Tenebrous before the shadow goat drags him to Tartarus? Or will he be just another lamb on the altar? Only time can tell.
"Nabewious, answew my cawl...."
>....
>Silence
He needs to work on his enunciation.
Gloomy practices his Crayola binding sigils. He has already succeeded in contacting the firebreathing Amon once before, now familiar with the disgraced former god of light and justice.
Will the precocious little colt learn to rewrite his pact with Tenebrous before the shadow goat drags him to Tartarus? Or will he be just another lamb on the altar? Only time can tell.
"Nabewious, answew my cawl...."
>....
>Silence
He needs to work on his enunciation.
>>191222
"What'cha doing, little pony?"
Gloomy may look up to see a colt a few years older than him, on the cusp of, but not quite to puberty. His white coat is reasonably well-kept and shiny, with puffed up fluff in a few areas. His lips are closed, and his eyes partly lidded. His position standing, his older age, and his naturally larger build, all cause him to loom over Gloomy. Or maybe Gloomy doesn't look up. It won't stop what follows from happening.
"Calling for the old gods, are you?"
He gives a weak smile. Then he tilts his head forward and to the left, such that his eyes look upwards towards the lower colt, and he raises the right side of his mouth in a half-smirk.
"They couldn't help you, could they?"
He rolls his eyes to look away, and then moves his head as if looking out the massive door-windows that view the sea.
"There was a filly at the orphanage who did that. They couldn't help her. They won't help you. It's not just that they don't care. They don't" He shakes his head slowly
"But uh... Well, they are weak. There is a reason they have fallen so far out of favor with the herd."
It is at this moment that the colt produces from behind his back a large toy locomotive. Though his hoof holds onto it, in the final seconds it is allowed to fall before Gloomy, resting overtop and somewhat behind and to the left of Gloomy's crayon drawings. It makes a loud but quick, metallic thud as it hits the wooden floor. The toy locomotive is a 1/32 scale model of a 4-6-0 of the Godwinson works circa 972, painted in the livery of the Southern Lunar line, with a tender car and a cow catcher. The paint is bright and professionally added. Only in specific areas like under the roof of the cabin are there signs of naked chromatic steel. At the tip of the cow catcher the paint has peeled away, but a brown-orange stain remains over the silver-steel.
Gloomy needs no special wisdom nor insight to understand that this is a very fine, fancy, and expensive toy. Certainly more so than any gift given to him by his adoptive mother. And for the colt to just place it right in front of a stranger... Such behavior is contrary to nature. Gloomy knows this. Any normal child would horde such toys, keeping it for himself and sharing it only when forced, or when in the presence of a very trusted compatriot. Could not Gloomy steal it for himself, or at least damage it? What could drive a colt to such a display? Surely the colt must be ridiculously confident, either that Gloomy could not damage it, or that the toy could be very easily replaced. But no such colt could exist. Not in nature, anyways.
The colt leans over, and speaks
"Do you like trains"
His eyes bulge on that last, exaggerated syllable. And though he has thus far affected the appearance of normalcy, his mask breaks. His wide, teeth showing smile betrays predilections and esoteric knowledge that belong to no conventionally functioning mind, but only to those few with brains that work in just the right way.
"I can tell you all about them." He says. "And all about those who - ever heard of a tycoon?" He moves closer, and inspects what Gloomy has been working on
"What is this? A contract?" He places a hoof on the drawing, and moves it to the side. "Oh, I can tell you about those who are the true masters of contracts. Those who could make any contract mean, or not mean, exactly what he wanted it to mean." He turns his head back to Gloomy,
"What, do you believe that if a contract is written in your blood, it is stronger? Heh, well I can tell you, your blood isn't as thick as their ink, and no amount of blood nor moral right could stand against the power of steam and steel and sheer force of will."
He smiles again, and pushes the locomotive. Then he sits down across from Gloomy.
"Little pony, there is much for me to show you. And much for you to learn."
"What'cha doing, little pony?"
Gloomy may look up to see a colt a few years older than him, on the cusp of, but not quite to puberty. His white coat is reasonably well-kept and shiny, with puffed up fluff in a few areas. His lips are closed, and his eyes partly lidded. His position standing, his older age, and his naturally larger build, all cause him to loom over Gloomy. Or maybe Gloomy doesn't look up. It won't stop what follows from happening.
"Calling for the old gods, are you?"
He gives a weak smile. Then he tilts his head forward and to the left, such that his eyes look upwards towards the lower colt, and he raises the right side of his mouth in a half-smirk.
"They couldn't help you, could they?"
He rolls his eyes to look away, and then moves his head as if looking out the massive door-windows that view the sea.
"There was a filly at the orphanage who did that. They couldn't help her. They won't help you. It's not just that they don't care. They don't" He shakes his head slowly
"But uh... Well, they are weak. There is a reason they have fallen so far out of favor with the herd."
It is at this moment that the colt produces from behind his back a large toy locomotive. Though his hoof holds onto it, in the final seconds it is allowed to fall before Gloomy, resting overtop and somewhat behind and to the left of Gloomy's crayon drawings. It makes a loud but quick, metallic thud as it hits the wooden floor. The toy locomotive is a 1/32 scale model of a 4-6-0 of the Godwinson works circa 972, painted in the livery of the Southern Lunar line, with a tender car and a cow catcher. The paint is bright and professionally added. Only in specific areas like under the roof of the cabin are there signs of naked chromatic steel. At the tip of the cow catcher the paint has peeled away, but a brown-orange stain remains over the silver-steel.
Gloomy needs no special wisdom nor insight to understand that this is a very fine, fancy, and expensive toy. Certainly more so than any gift given to him by his adoptive mother. And for the colt to just place it right in front of a stranger... Such behavior is contrary to nature. Gloomy knows this. Any normal child would horde such toys, keeping it for himself and sharing it only when forced, or when in the presence of a very trusted compatriot. Could not Gloomy steal it for himself, or at least damage it? What could drive a colt to such a display? Surely the colt must be ridiculously confident, either that Gloomy could not damage it, or that the toy could be very easily replaced. But no such colt could exist. Not in nature, anyways.
The colt leans over, and speaks
"Do you like trains"
His eyes bulge on that last, exaggerated syllable. And though he has thus far affected the appearance of normalcy, his mask breaks. His wide, teeth showing smile betrays predilections and esoteric knowledge that belong to no conventionally functioning mind, but only to those few with brains that work in just the right way.
"I can tell you all about them." He says. "And all about those who - ever heard of a tycoon?" He moves closer, and inspects what Gloomy has been working on
"What is this? A contract?" He places a hoof on the drawing, and moves it to the side. "Oh, I can tell you about those who are the true masters of contracts. Those who could make any contract mean, or not mean, exactly what he wanted it to mean." He turns his head back to Gloomy,
"What, do you believe that if a contract is written in your blood, it is stronger? Heh, well I can tell you, your blood isn't as thick as their ink, and no amount of blood nor moral right could stand against the power of steam and steel and sheer force of will."
He smiles again, and pushes the locomotive. Then he sits down across from Gloomy.
"Little pony, there is much for me to show you. And much for you to learn."
>>191230
Silver helps with getting the wounded up and moving. As he's doing that, Kira works on the petrushkas. She looks in through the window to where the one in the back of the airship is locked up, flicking her tongue as she does so.
Kira: "Um...hey there...buddy. How're you doing?"
Silver helps with getting the wounded up and moving. As he's doing that, Kira works on the petrushkas. She looks in through the window to where the one in the back of the airship is locked up, flicking her tongue as she does so.
Kira: "Um...hey there...buddy. How're you doing?"
>>191229
The sick little colt is taken aback by the approach of this mysterious older colt. He was always shy and neurotic, and being bombarded with so many questions at once from a stranger is quite overwhelming. He sputters, and the Crayola crayon falls from his mouth
"Wh-wh-wha..?!" he stutters
He reflexively reaches for his alarm talisman (which, if broken, would prompt Posey to send in the ghast to kill everypony), but against his better education, his eyes widen as he sees the toy train, like a colt who's never seen a train before. Not like any of the ivory statuettes, magic jewels or bone talismans his mother gave him to play with, but a fantastic machine with so many moving parts.
The train is excellent bait, as the sick little colt is now listening, his eyes remain glued to the train for half of the older Colt's speech, before looking upwards to meet his gaze, and slowly but surely, the rebellious Colt comes out of his shell, and returns the smile with his own manic, deranged grin.
He nudges his drawings over, the parchments scribbled with various failed soulbinding sigils. In the margins are drawings of various monsters, which include black dogs, serpents and especially a particular jet black, skeletal caprine creature
"I've never seen a 'twain' before... Momma said she'd show me one night." he says
"I like playing crayons. Do you like crayons?" he says
The sick little colt is taken aback by the approach of this mysterious older colt. He was always shy and neurotic, and being bombarded with so many questions at once from a stranger is quite overwhelming. He sputters, and the Crayola crayon falls from his mouth
"Wh-wh-wha..?!" he stutters
He reflexively reaches for his alarm talisman (which, if broken, would prompt Posey to send in the ghast to kill everypony), but against his better education, his eyes widen as he sees the toy train, like a colt who's never seen a train before. Not like any of the ivory statuettes, magic jewels or bone talismans his mother gave him to play with, but a fantastic machine with so many moving parts.
The train is excellent bait, as the sick little colt is now listening, his eyes remain glued to the train for half of the older Colt's speech, before looking upwards to meet his gaze, and slowly but surely, the rebellious Colt comes out of his shell, and returns the smile with his own manic, deranged grin.
He nudges his drawings over, the parchments scribbled with various failed soulbinding sigils. In the margins are drawings of various monsters, which include black dogs, serpents and especially a particular jet black, skeletal caprine creature
"I've never seen a 'twain' before... Momma said she'd show me one night." he says
"I like playing crayons. Do you like crayons?" he says
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