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[failhound]

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• VIDEO •

[hello there, Discedo! from this brand-spankin' new Iphonator communicator, you get a nice view of the top of Nora's head and then of the endless grassy plains stretching around him

Comments

[moarcowbell]

I'm betting the aliens got them.

[failhound]

[Waving his comm in your face like a bright red cluebat.]

Birds don't get into space! Not even if they're robot birds.

[Probably. And yes, he still thinks it's some kind of bird.]

[moarcowbell]

What if they're space birds? [ Sort of playing along now ]

[failhound]

Then they wouldn't be flyin' around down here.

[moarcowbell]

Maybe they got lost like our friends.

[failhound]

You can't get lost in the SKY, genius, there's nothing up there!

[moarcowbell]

You have no imagination.

[failhound]

I'm not imagining things!!

[moarcowbell]

I know, that's the problem.

[failhound]

It's your imagination!

[moarcowbell]

What's wrong with mine?

[failhound]

[It takes him a few seconds to even reply to that one.]

... Everything??

[moarcowbell]

Ah I see...

[ He sort of looks around]

Think a monster will come soon?

1/3

[failhound]

Why the hell would a monster show up just like that?! We haven't even seen any in--

2/3

[whatthefactor]

[STATIC]

[there is now the all too familiar Leo Cantus popping in. GUESS WHO SAW YOUR POST.]

3/3

[failhound]

[Not noticing the surprise lion behind him.]

--ages!

Don't freakin' jinx it!