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[It's another lovely morning in Mayfield. The birds are singing, the everlasting hippie campfires are still burning, people are still finding potatoes in the bathtub... Everything is as it should be. Except the Box Fort.
Ordinarily Kid would be making his way to school by now, but he's having a little trouble walking passed it, hence why he's still on the porch with his back up against the wall of the house and is shuffling along it in a slightly disturbing, wounded crab like fashion.]
S-so disgusting... Hideous... I can't look at it...
[His "brother's" creation is a tad asymmetrical in case you hadn't guessed.]
Ordinarily Kid would be making his way to school by now, but he's having a little trouble walking passed it, hence why he's still on the porch with his back up against the wall of the house and is shuffling along it in a slightly disturbing, wounded crab like fashion.]
S-so disgusting... Hideous... I can't look at it...
[His "brother's" creation is a tad asymmetrical in case you hadn't guessed.]