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[terrierfancy]

> You're so pissed off right now you could peel the skin off of a baby and force feed it to a camel. You're not sure what a camel is, but you saw a picture of one awhile ago when you were researching 'SANTA' (don't even get you started on THAT monstrosity right now. You're so pissed about that sneaky bastard that you could eat your hat) and you

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c-can I belatedly try this tag style?

[paper_knight]

You're gliding through the zero-grav hallway, making good use of every makeshift hand-and-foothold you can find, when you notice the black-carapaced individual who you last saw on the back of a hippopotamus. You grab hold of a doorframe to stop yourself. Perhaps he could use a few pointers.

yessssss of course >) and the style claims another soul.

[terrierfancy]

You notice the man who was worried about your arm awhile back and you tip your hat a bit to him in greeting--only because if you said anything at the moment you would likely somehow make this man split apart into a gorey mess.

Floating gorey mess would normally sound awesome to you, but you're far too pissed off to be interested at the moment, so instead you hold onto your hat and try to kick your way back to the floor.

*secretly practicing for PS*

[paper_knight]

You offer a greeting of your own and suggest that, since he's already upside down, he might have some luck pushing off from the ceiling.

yessssss. practice all you want also, if you want someone to beta for you, i am game o/ >D

[terrierfancy]

You grunt at that, but attempt to do what this strange flshy manbeast has suggested--miraculously it seems to help a little.

For about two seconds, anyway. Soon you're cursing and kicking at the roof in frustration again due to your UNYIELDING STUBBORNESS about potentially losing your hat and therefore your precious CANDY that you store there.

haha thanks

[paper_knight]

You're a little put-off by the FOUL LANGUAGE, but you tell him not to give up. Maybe if he'd worry less about his HAT...

[terrierfancy]

> You tell him to go fuck himself and hold onto your hat a little more securely. You tell him you ain't letting it go and he'll have to pry it from your cold, severed arm---WAIT.

Wait, you know what happened last time you told something that.

You tell him that you ain't letting it go and that's that.

[paper_knight]

You reach up and offer to take first the hat, and then his hand, hoping that solution will be adequate.

After all, you're the one with two working arms here. But you don't say that part out loud.

[terrierfancy]

You tell him that you have some very PRECIOUS ITEMS in your HAT and that if he loses them he's going to have to answer to your CAST IRON HORSE HITCHER personally.

Reluctantly, you relinquish the hold on your HAT and watch as your TWO (2) LICORICE SCOTTY DOGS threaten to float out. You remind him again that if he loses them you're going to kill him.

[paper_knight]

You catch the candy just in time, surprised that these are the so called PRECIOUS ITEMS. But there's no accounting for taste. You tuck them back inside the hat and again offer your hand.