Town Hall, Wednesday
"I'm bored," Tamsin muttered, sprawling across her desk.
Bright Eyes shot her a mildly confused look. "The island has finally tilted back to normal," she began.
"I know," Tamsin said. "That's the boring part. Ugh. Is it too much to ask for another invasion around here? Maybe someone spontaneously growing a pair of tits?"
She sprawled so far over the desk she almost fell off, then quickly pulled herself back to upright and fixed Bright Eyes with a pointed stare.
"I'll... write a request form and stick it on the machinery under the island?" Bright Eyes offered.
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Bright Eyes shot her a mildly confused look. "The island has finally tilted back to normal," she began.
"I know," Tamsin said. "That's the boring part. Ugh. Is it too much to ask for another invasion around here? Maybe someone spontaneously growing a pair of tits?"
She sprawled so far over the desk she almost fell off, then quickly pulled herself back to upright and fixed Bright Eyes with a pointed stare.
"I'll... write a request form and stick it on the machinery under the island?" Bright Eyes offered.
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