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[gonnagetreaped]

[and on this fine Thursday afternoon, outside a certain cabin set somewhat away from the others that was left over from the rain o' cabins from awhile ago, one may find several crates, filled with packages of cookies. ... unique ones, even! some are opened, others are wrapped neatly with a bow, all laying in wait outside of the cabin

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[inpignation]

--I wouldn't have thought he had it in him.

[gonnagetreaped]

Yes, well, no one ever questioned his hobbies, whatever they may have be--

[gonnagetreaped]

-- what are you doing here?!

[inpignation]

Oh, I've just come to pick up some stuff I left behind the other day, right?

[gonnagetreaped]

I thought it had been made rather clear that Malkuth wasn't welcome around here!

[inpignation]

Right, right! I've just got some stuff in storage, huh.

[Present: PILE OF CRAP]

[gonnagetreaped]

. . .

[inpignation]

[rummage rummage rummage throws bits over his shoulder: a sword, several strange rocks, a zombie arm, the inflatable shark]

--hmm, you know, I'm sure I left it here.

[gonnagetreaped]

D-don't leave your junk piles in my cabin--!!

[inpignation]

[absently hangs onto the shark]

--no, no, guess it wasn't in this one. I'll have to pay Luke a visit in a bit, I guess.

[gonnagetreaped]

Are you even listening to me?!

[inpignation]

Oh, hey! Come to think of it, I'm not convinced you've met Saphir, right?

[gonnagetreaped]

*just. garbling incoherently in his general direction*

[inpignation]

Saphir! Hey, Saphir!

[inpignation]

[o sup]

[gonnagetreaped]

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