yeah well... she's not eating that anyway

[whiptrippy]

[ You have one (1) whip-toting camper glaring at a toucan.

It glares back. Then it grabs something from under its wing and drops it by Franziska's feet.

Ewww... is this supposed to be pie? It's all wriggly and disgusting and undead. She didn't even know pie could be undead. ]You foolishly foolish foolishly bird brained foolish fool of a fowl!

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[nocturnemission]

Ewww! That's so nasty.

[whiptrippy]

[ Grass. Grass. Just trying to rub her boot on the grass. ]

Quite. Do you have something more substantial to say other than the obvious?

[nocturnemission]

Not really.

You want some water to wash that off with?

[whiptrippy]

That depends.

Are we talking about fresh, crystal-clear water or are we talking about swamp water teeming with... wildlife?

[nocturnemission]

We're talking fresher than a mountain spring, here.

[whiptrippy]

Then I would want some water. Thank you very much.

[nocturnemission]

Okay.

[Enjoy this sudden magical blast of cold water on your feet.]

[whiptrippy]

[Cold! Too cold! To just blast someone's feet with water like that! How rude!

Therefore, please enjoy this whip aiming at his face.]