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[slightlymonkish]

When the door opens, Monk is delighted to see Milliways. It's been a while since his last visit, and he was actually beginning to miss it.

Until now, that is.

As he enters the bar, he notices that he is not walking, but floating, and when he catches a glimpse of his arms, well.

He screams.

Ladies and gentlemen, to add to the chaos, there is now a

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[the_h_star_r]

Homestar is also a puppet, but not a sock puppet.

He does have removeable eyes, though, and one seems to have fallen off.

Sadly, this means he has no depth perception while he's looking for it and runs into Monk.

"Sorry, Sockman," he says, having trouble recognizing Monk. "I can't find my eye. Can you help me find it? Or get me an eyepatch?"

[slightlymonkish]

When Monk is ran into, he goes flipping backwards through the air.

As soon as he comes to a stop, "HOMESTAR! You're -- a puppet too."

If Monk had real eyes, he'd start crying right about now.

Alas.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?"

[the_h_star_r]

"I'm a wha?"

He tries looking at himself with his one eye.

"Why do I look so flat?"

[slightlymonkish]

Monk would facepalm if his little fuzzy arm could reach!

"A puppet. You -- we -- Homestar, it's Monk."

[captainryan]

Loud noise! Where's it coming from? Ooo! Soft fuzzy sock thing! POUNCE!

Monk? There's a puppet werewolf trying to play tackle you. Say hi!

[slightlymonkish]

...

"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"

Today really isn't Monk's day.

[captainryan]

The werewolf whines, putting his ears back at the continued screaming. What's the fuzzy thing doing? Is it a weird game? Ooo! He knows!

He throws back his head and howls.

[slightlymonkish]

Whiiiiich only makes Monk freak out more.

He can't seem to stop flailing. Poor little sock!