DEPLOYMENT 7: Get Off My Damn Lawn!

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[ACTION - A (In and Around Goldberg Street, Morning, OPEN TO ALL)]

[Well, it could definitely be a lot worse.]

[At first, upon seeing the giant ants, crabs, and praying mantises popping up everwhere, Balin tries to defend Goldberg Street the best he can; he's not the type to take chances, especially with how unpredictably dangerous Mayfield's "

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[It's difficult to ignore the sounds of their front lawn being turned into a battlefield, so once the actual gunfire seems to have died down, Caesar will open the door and peer out.

Oh.

Monsters.]

Having fun up there?

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[Turning back to look over to Caesar. No, he doesn't want to get off his new pedestal.]

It'd be a lot more fun if'ey'd stop fuckin' up'a lawn.

For as aggressive as'ese bastards seem, they ain't been puttin' much effort into actually getting me.

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[Maybe he should go get the camera. They could start a 'weird crap that ends up on our lawn' scrapbook.]

They probably aren't. The past few days have all been ridiculous, but not deadly. I don't see why today would be any different.

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Yeah, guess you're right-

[He's kneeling down to inspect the wounds his shotgun made in the giant enemy crab, poking at it with a finger.]

[He frowns, troubled.]

... I never was a fan of seafood back on Earth, but ... somethin's off here.

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[He's always right.]

Something's off? [That gets Caesar to leave the relative safety of the house and get closer to take a look at the 'monster'.] What is it?

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pBalin looks up and over to Caesar.]

I'm not seein' any guts. It's like I just shot a giant pinata with no candy.

[Or crab meat in this case. Balin hasn't yet noticed the zipper behind the crab's shell.]

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[But Caesar will, once he gets close enough. He'll point it out.]

Balin, this thing has a zipper.

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[Blink blink.]

Say what?

[Jumping off of the giant enemy crab's corpse, to get a better look from where Caesar is standing.]

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A zipper. [He's pointing at it. Right there. Hard to miss.]

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[Balin stares at it for a second.]

... The fuck?

[Without any further hesitation, he walks right up and starts trying to zip it open.]

Might wanna stand back-just in case'ere's some nasty surprise-

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[He doesn't need to be told that twice. He stands quite a bit back.]

Well?

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[He finally gets the thing open enough, and crouches down to look inside.]

[He's silent for a moment.]

... There's nothin' in'ere!

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Nothing? [At least that makes it safe. Caesar walks back over to take another look, this time at the lack of anything within the crab.] You were fighting a huge costume. Huh.

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[He's still looking through the open zipper, glancing around inside.]

Yeah, I see no hydraulics, or framework, or any kinda internal construction ... It ain't even a machine.

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I guess that explains why they're only vaguely annoying and not dangerous.

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[Standing back up and away from the crabsuit.]

You think it might be enchanted or somethin'? Unless it's got machines built into'a suit itself, but I wouldn't be able to tell just by lookin' at it.