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[sub_umbra_sedi]

[It's a beautiful Sunday in Mayfield, and 750 Partridge Drive has a new resident!

Seborga sleeps in well past noon, eyes lazily fluttering open as he stretches and yawns.  Slipping out from underneath the covers, he starts going about his usual morning routine, getting dressed in whatever random 1950s clothing happens to be hanging in the closet of

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[wybrows]

[ Like Australia, she is bundled up extensively.

She walks out and just stares. ]

... You came here too? Hmph.

[sub_umbra_sedi]

Wy? You came over to visit-a me!

[wybrows]

This is my house. Not really. Don't you know where you are?

[sub_umbra_sedi]

...In-a Italy?

[wybrows]

Dummy. This is some weird seppo town called Mayfield. It's real creepy and people try to burn your face off.

Welcome.

[sub_umbra_sedi]

It doesn't look-a very creepy...

[wybrows]

Right? I thought so too. Till some freak-child set me on fire.

[sub_umbra_sedi]

Why would-a someone do that?

[wybrows]

'Cause everyone here's crazy. So ya gotta listen to me, OK?

[sub_umbra_sedi]

...Is-a Sealand here too?

[wybrows]

Who? [ She's just being difficult. ]

[sub_umbra_sedi]

"Don't-a be so silly! You know-a Sealand!"

[ruffles her hair!]

[wybrows]

Don't do that! [ Tries to slap his hand away! ]

... And he's here, I guess.

[sub_umbra_sedi]

[See how he brushed away that 'you gotta listen to me' nonsense with his spaciness? Aw yeah.]

"Can-a we go visit?"

[wybrows]

[ She doesn't notice a thing! ]

Why would you wanna see him?

[sub_umbra_sedi]

Because he's-a my friend!