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[calls_for]

On top of Bar is a small green fuzzy puppet.

He’s eating Peeps.

Maybe he’ll share?

[Cthulhu]

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[calls_for]

We're not entirely sure what' under the tentacles, but the Peeps are definitely disappearing into it.

Quickly.

[calls_for]

A lot! He's actually quite a bit bigger than he looks. It's the whole semi-corporeal psychological projection thing.

Maybe she can tell by the steadily increasing pile of empty boxes?

He really should stop soon. He's going to end up with a sugar rush.

[garbage_boy]

At the bar is someone who is trying to figure out how this is working, exactly.

Maybe it's got those clear puppet strings you have to catch the light just right to see. But then where do they go? To the rafters? And how is it eating?

This investigation probably doesn't necessitate leaning over with his head at a 90-degree angle and staring with baffled intensity, but... well, this is why Linguini's not a detective.

[calls_for]

"What are you looking at, kid?"

Look! It speaks too!

[garbage_boy]

So it does.

So it does.

He jumps.

"Uhhhh..." ...and looks up at the rafters, and doesn't see anyone, or any shadows that could possibly be an anyone.

"...you?" Well. Points for honesty?

[calls_for]

If Cthulhu had lids, he'd be blinking them.

"Well, yeah, I can see that. Why?"