Streets Near the Rocky Bits, Thursday Morning

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Atton was quickly starting to learn there was nothing more damning than taking a stroll around here. There he was, barely out of the gates, minding his own business on his way down Loon Drive-- bars weren't open yet, but he could grab some of that pizza stuff-- when out of nowhere, a goat appeared and sank its teeth deeply into Atton's fanny pack

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And that would be the not-too-distant sound of a goat whining as it was kicked in the leg. "What the fuck," April was saying. "That's my phone. God."

Thus triumphant, she turned, aiming to continue her walk, and then spotted Atton.

"Is it just me or are these things really annoying?"

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Atton - who was in the process of whacking this goat in the face, too, and hoping for the best - didn't answer.

At least, not until the goat had evaporated and he had triumphantly scooped his fanny pack pouch off the ground. "Yeah, it's really not just you," he said, and fumbled around for his blaster. Just in case.

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And congratulations, Atton, you'd managed to surprise April. Just a little. Not that she looked all that surprised, really, but. There it was. "Whoa," she said. "Big gun."

Yeah, she was going to come on over. Being around the big gun just made sense, you know.

"You know, you'd think if they were gonna throw talking ponies and evil goats at us right after another, there'd be some kind of announcement that these ones are okay to kick in the face," she commented. "Not radio-worthy, apparently."

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"It took my pouch," Atton said, sort-of-defensively. "Even if it was a student, I wasn't going to stand here and take that."

Not that he needed to give an explanation. But, you know, sometimes it worked.