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[musclebeast_nut]

[==> Be a passerby.]

[You come across a large PILE OF CRAP. Maybe it's broken robot heads, maybe it's horns, maybe it's toothbrushes. Whichever it is, the closer to it you get, the more you want to lie down on it and discuss your feelings with someone.]

((Canon update for Equius and Nepeta! Watch for falling spoilers. ETA AND WE'RE BOTH PETERING

Comments

[halfcocked]

['sup I'm in a pile of toy guns

why was I compelled to crawl in here]

[musclebeast_nut]

[You decide not to comment on the obviously inferior toy weapon replicas. You do, however, stare at them in a rather disconcerting manner.]

[halfcocked]

[the real ones are in my pockets you creeper.]

--What the hell do you want?

[musclebeast_nut]

D --> Nothing
D --> You can continue about your business in your pile as you please

[halfcocked]

I'm not doing any business! Where'd this even come from--they're not mine!

[musclebeast_nut]

D --> Piles of things tend to accumulate here with little reason
D --> It's rather perple%ing

[halfcocked]

Yeah, no shit . . . like everything else here, you mean!

[musclebeast_nut]

D --> I do not entirely comprehend what you mean by that