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[mybigmeathammer]

*Somewhere in the wild and elusive Middle of Camp, there is a cart. But it's not just any cart! No, this is a dingy old cart pulled by a dingy old donkey, with a dingy old sign with letters carved in at odd angles that spell the word ARMORY if you squint and tilt your head a bit. What is not-so-dingy about this cart is what it's carrying: Piles

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[parasol_hero]

Sir...did I hear you correctly?

[parasol_hero]

Did I hear you say that you are a Ninja of Justice?!

[mybigmeathammer]

You sure did~!

[parasol_hero]

Oh, what a wonderful thing to hear!

[thistimenomercy]

That does say "Armory" right?

[mybigmeathammer]

Yup! Maybe penmanship isn't my strong suit, but there it is~

[thistimenomercy]

[picks up a rusty looking sword and stares skeptically]

Well, this is...quite the armory you have.

[mybigmeathammer]

Well, after so many long, hard years training myself in a wide range of weaponry, it's only natural that I have such a collection~!

[bellsofsteel]

[uho ii pirate da?]

A walkin' armory?

[mybigmeathammer]

Guess you can say it like that, sure~

[bellsofsteel]

Guess I just did. Now what is all this?

[mybigmeathammer]

The armory! Of Justice!

[mostly_armless]

....'weaponry'?

[inspects]

ne, old man, you really expect to be able to fight anybody with weapons like this?

[mybigmeathammer]

Of course! I mean, I use them all the time~!

[mostly_armless]

HAHAhaHAhahaHA~

you're telling me you know how to fight, old man? [leeeeeeeans in close to you]

[...I guess this means I am bending over pretty far]

[mybigmeathammer]

Mhmm~! I also dance a nice tango~

*Don't hurt your back, yo*

[getrhythmic]

*... you remind me of someone somehow, and yet I can't quite figure out who*

...

[mybigmeathammer]

*Just looking for that food lalalalala~~*

[getrhythmic]

*... clearing her throat loudly.*

[mybigmeathammer]

*Wuh- o hay sup*

Oh, hi~!