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[supercilious]

[ Arthur has, in fact, regained his voice. But he's choosing to type today as he has some important pictures he's taken that he wants to share with you all. ]

Face facts, Anatole.

Comments

[yetsleeping]

You can't eat them.

I absolutely refuse to allow it on any... level! At any time!

I--

Do you know how many rabbits I adopted to save them from you?! There's... a least four or... nine...ty. There's a lot of them! Rabbits all over the place!

[supercilious]

[ with bowties and on a rainbow? ]

And they're in Headquarters? That makes it a lot easier.

... 1/4

[yetsleeping]

They're in my room, which you aren't allowed to trespass in because... I said so, and because Nill is there, and you can't kill a rabbit in front of a little girl.

2/4

[yetsleeping]

...the foxes are in the back yard.

3/4

[yetsleeping]

Not near the wolf!

...done

[yetsleeping]

[Priscilla's life.]

[supercilious]

I can look after the foxes, if you want.

[yetsleeping]

I'm going to look after them, I-- you're just trying to... run away with my foxes! I'm going to come back and make a... bin for the rabbits, I'm just in the ruins for a few days, and you stay away from my rabbits!

And by the way... ducks aren't food!

And... deer are too cute to eat.

Just eat boar!

[supercilious]

Boar's all right, but I like a bit of variety.

I'm just going to borrow your foxes. They're better off inside anyway.

[yetsleeping]

Well... you can always add apples and plums and nuts and berries.

...and you can't have either fox. Not even one!

[supercilious]

Someone has to care for them whilst you're... wherever you are.

And I'm not a rabbit. What're your thoughts on chicken?

[yetsleeping]

I'm not a rabbit either, but I eat them all the time. In fact, I'm eating an apple... well, right after I... finish talking to you - it's a little rude to eat while recording, I think.

[....]

Anyway, chicken isn't a bad idea. As long as it's not chicks!

Oh, and I'm, um. In the ruins.

[Abyssal-sitting.]

[supercilious]

Chicken's my favourite. After pork. And venison. I've been killing deer as long as I've been here, I'm not substituting it out for apples.

... Though, they do go well with apples. Mmm, I'm hungry again.

But you're right, it is rude. You mentioned being in the ruins earlier, too. For days?

PRIVATE.

[yetsleeping]

Well, I--

Hm.

[PRIVATE BEGINS. Which means, on a more serious note...]

...the hunger. Isley has it.

PRIVATE.

[supercilious]

. . . Ah.

PRIVATE.

[yetsleeping]

Exactly. He's exiled himself from the city until it passes.

And so, here I am.