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On top of Bar is a small green fuzzy puppet.

He’s eating Peeps.

Maybe he’ll share?

[Cthulhu]

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"That's a waste of good sugar," says the puppet before flinging a yellow Peep in her direction.

"Besides, there's no way I'm handing over a hundred." His souls Peeps!

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Something like that.

"And counting," he retorts, waving one arm at the empty boxes.

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"Heh, Peeps ain't nothing. You should see me when I start in on souls."

Always a temptation, but he really is trying to fall back asleep.

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"Peeps," he says, waving one for emphasis. "That little sugary rush you get? Closest thing to snapping a man's mind and swallowing his soul. Or hers."

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"Why would I do that?" Cthulhu asks with a grin in his voice.

Which is pretty much the only way he can grin, so.

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"Well, yeah, sure, when you put it that way." He wiggles his tentacles at her.

"But the Peeps thing is true. That's insanity I have nothing to do with."

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"Eh, I doubt it," he says, inhaling another Peep. "In how many religions is the flavor of your soul important?"

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"It means they're essentially energy. Isn't that what most religions believe anyway?"

He hasn't given it all that much thought, really.