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[meansprout]

[In this attractive, spacious sun room that overlooks a flowering meadow, there's a few inviting cushioned chairs, a wicker couch, a glass-topped table and some large potted plants in the corners.  There is also an Allen wielding a very thick book (it might be a dictionary), and a Timcanpy the size of a golf ball.  Allen looks like he's trying to

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[acerfossor]

Hey! Stop hitting Timcampy!

[acerfossor]

[Huffs] You- Why are you being so mean?

[mean_sprout]

I'm not. The thing's been bothering me since this morning, and I don't care to find out what it wants. Why do you care so much what I call someone else's golem?

[acerfossor]

Because Timcampy isn't an it! He's my friend, and you're being mean about him when he's not doing anything bad.

[meansprout]

All I want is for it to leave me alone. It's the one that refuses to go.

[acerfossor]

Then ask him nicely! Don't hit him.

[mean_sprout]

I told you already, it won't go no matter what I've said to it. I already tried just asking it to leave.