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And the people that you meet want to open you up like Christmas
~ There's a point in Seven where the trash field stops - sewage, mouldering rubbish and unfortunate shades alike tumble across the brim and take a steep fall into the smoke obscured pit of Eight. The edge is fittingly subtle and nearly impossible to spot - a fact both Barty and Reg have plenty of time to ruminate on as their next step is suddenly unsupported. ~
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Greetings, brothers; a baddiwad situation thou seem to be in.
*Having not spoken in a long stretch of time, the vibrations irritate the insects in his chest cavity and Alex spends a minute gagging on the irritated bees crawling up and down his throat*
Yours truly is in similarly dire predicaments.
*He gestures to his left arm hanging limply at his side, what he's sure is dislocated at the very least*
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...Actually everything is quite alright, carry on.
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Worry not, little brothers; thou has nothing to worry about.
*He coughs hard, then uses his good non-dislocated arm's hand to pick an angry, writhing bee from under his tongue*
You are in horrorshow good company...unfortunate as that may be. You...look to be in a malenky bit of a...predicament.
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