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[artifictitious]

[You know what you need more of, Mayfield? Small annoyed fuzzy green chipmunk-women accidentally teleporting into your house.

That is exactly what you need. ]

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[nomammano]

[With alarming speed Miki grabs a chair from the dinner table and readies to throw it. She is tensed like a spring, a spring with an evil smile.]

Finally, the punks have decided to act. Never faced magical punks before.

[artifictitious]

[Xandra is going to try to hide behind... something.]

Do I look like a punk?

[nomammano]

Well usually people who aren't looking for trouble tend to use the door.

[artifictitious]

It was entirely unintentional!

[nomammano]

So you just forgot to use the door?

[artifictitious]

The town made the teleportation spell malfunction.

[nomammano]

Don't teleportation failures usually turn people into half insects?

[artifictitious]

That would be a morphing potion failure.

Usually. Occasionally a failed healing potion has some less-than-desirable results.

[nomammano]

[Miki smiles through the explanation, not understanding a word of it. She puts the chair down.]

Well if it was an honest mistake. Where were you trying to go?

[artifictitious]

I was trying to see if I could teleport out of the town, but apparently that's not allowed.

[nomammano]

Yeah I don't think they want us to leave. Something about magic and whatzit.

[artifictitious]

It's disgusting. They can't keep us trapped here forever!

[nomammano]

No, we'll probably die eventually.

[artifictitious]

....

Obviously.