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So first the gates of Hell open.

Then the Weekly World News shuts down.

Then it turns out the Winchester brothers, Señor Muttonhead and Muttonhead Junior, are the ones responsible for bullet point A up there?

Man, this is the worst fall ever.Sulking, he scoops up a bite of waffle -- okay, more like a tiny island of cooked dough in an Atlantic-

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(OOC: I may fall over early due to feeling not so good, but I really wanted to tag.)

Moist might be considered a likely target, he's sitting at a table in his elegant three-piece suit and working on something.

Crafting letters that make you seem a respectable investor takes time and effort so his jacket is hanging off the back of his chair.

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[OOC: Eeep! No worries at all; hope you feel better soon, hon.]

Hey, if nothing else, it gets Moist a second, interested look as he slices off another chunk of soaked waffle with the side of his fork.

It's the suit. The suits always give it away. It's like kicking your way through a rare flock of penguins that like to peck small kittens to death in their spare time.

Maaaaaybe he exaggerates a little. But his point remains!

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It is a well chosen suit with a few surprises sewn into his lining, Moist always likes to be prepared.

The current stationery is given a final look and he blows on it to dry, that should do.

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One sleeve of his jacket lifts up and taps him on the shoulder.

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Moist turns towards the tap and instinctively covers over the paper he's working on with one hand.

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...Oh now that's interesting.

The other sleeve dances up, like a snake rising in front of a snake charmer, and brushes over the hand trying to conceal the paper.

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When he feels the fabric on his hand, Moist swats it away and looks over.

That's when he realizes that its his own jacket sleeve, Moist tries hard not to swear out loud, he doesn't know the right language to use it.

Standing up might work, but someone's enchanted his jacket and he'd like to know who. So Moist first turns around and puts his hands on the sleeves.

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Instantly, they fold up around his wrists like handcuffs and knot there nice and tight.

(Sorry. It might leave a few creases.)

And yeah, the guy with the waffles is looking a lot less put out all of a sudden. Funny, that.

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Now there is a real look of panic in Moist's eyes, he hasn't done anything in here to be caught yet.

So he starts glancing around, he should react just the right amount.

In the end, he speaks in a scared and almost stammering voice,

"Can someone help me? Something's enchanted my jacket."

As he looks around, he notices the man with the waffles and directs his plea towards him.

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And half an instant before Moist looks over, Waffle Guy is all concern and love for his fellow human being.

"Whoa, hey, it what?" he says, setting down his fork (clank, it goes against the plate) and immediately getting to his feet to cross the room. "What do you mean 'enchanted?'"

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Moist holds up his wrists,

"Can you think of another reason for this?"

His voice sounds quite worried and a slightly scared.

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He hisses in alarm. "Oh, jeez, look at that -- "

The sleeves have gone limp, but the knots remain fast, much tighter than any human could've pulled them.

"I have no idea, I know weird stuff happens here but I've never seen anything like that -- "

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The knots are disturbing Moist, he doesn't like not having control and he doesn't know who to talk to so he can get out of this,

"Neither have I. Do you think you could help me with the knots?"

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"I can try," he says, injecting juuuust the right amount of doubt into his voice as he reaches for Moist's jacket. Working his nails into the knot, he gives it a few largely ineffectual tugs, brow furrowing as he works.

"Man, that's really stuck on there," he mutters.

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Moist eyes him as he works, he can feel the knots even moving and now does curse, its low and in Uberwaldian,

"I'd rather not have to cut it if I don't have to. This is my best suit. Did you see anyone say anything or gesture towards me?"

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"No, I didn't," he says, low and worried as he keeps digging away at the knots. "I wasn't paying that much attention though, I just got my breakfast, I was eating that."

He'll let this guy stew for another...hm, what's a good length of time. Ten seconds? Yeah. Let's go with ten seconds.