*Behold Masky in all the greenish glory that is nightvision. He's standing in a room in front of a tank. A tank holding a small crocodile that's chirping at him happily. There's something slimy and gloppy in Masky's hand, presumably Vector's midnight snack, but every time Masky gets close to the tank Vector playfully charges the glass with excited
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Where should have gone?
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Or...or become a normal person or something.
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Why?
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So sometimes you are normal?
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*he peers into the comm. Ahh. He recognizes you. But back to the thing in the tank. Inching cloooooooser.*
Don't always attack people. Left in forest. Didn't die?
*He doesn't sound concerned. He's more curious.*
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[He's not sure if it would be more or less creepy if this guy seemed to actually care one way or the other.]
Um...where did you get an alligator? Or is it a crocodile...
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*SUCCESS. He finally tosses the meat in the tank and slams the lid. Little Vector is appeased and goes to work tearing it to shreds. Meanwhile Masky is a good 10 feet away by now.*
Is crocodile. Don't know. Isn't mine. What is alligator?
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[Then as an afterthought] Um...an alligator is a lot like a crocodile....
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*He wipes his hand on his jacket, smearing bloody meat juices all over his jacket.*
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Not many here. Many back home.
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Why... Why did you pick me?
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Could you not pick me next time?
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*He's easy like that. That is if he recognizes you and can control himself.*
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