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[dimpleclown]

[It's been a while.]

[He can't really remember the taste right now. It's okay. Why can't he motherfuckin remember?]

[Oh. That's it. It's the moon, motherfucker.]

[The moooooooon took his motherfuckin pies

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[vimyridge]

[That honking. He's sure he remembered hearing it before and it sounded just as ominous as it tended to right now. But he was sure that he was bound to find a troll clown somewhere, unless said troll found him first. Which was highly possible since those horns were a bit of a distraction.]

Mister Troll?

[dimpleclown]

[There was a drawn out 'hooooooonk' in reply.]

[vimyridge]

[He'll take that as... well, maybe a 'Yes I'm around. Somewhere'. Or something, anyway, as it seemed to work close enough for him. On the other hand, that honk still was a bit unsettling. Walking slower, he continued to look around.]

...are you having fun?

[dimplefucker]

[The honking gets faster and closer with each weird little noise.]

[Honk honk honk honk honk.]

[milkytolerance]

[Lambo can hear the honking noises, but isn't sure where they are coming from or what is making them. However, he fully intends to find out.

At least until his attention is attracted to something else. BUT FOR NOW HE IS ON THE HUNT. Occasionally he replies to the honks.]

HONK! HONK! HONK! HONK!!!

[dimplefucker]

[Gamzee is staring up from a sewer vane. The sewer cap is balanced on his horns, the tips poking through the holes on its face. He squeezes his horn rapidly and just stares. Honkhonkhonkhonk.]

[milkytolerance]

Gupyah!! It's close by...

HOOOONK HONKHONKOHONOOOKKKKKkkkk!!!!

[dimplefucker]

[There's a barely audible 'motherfucker' as he walks out of the sewers, matching the horns with his footsteps.]

[peacekept]

[ Shooter lacked the foreboding feelings most people would have about ominous honking late at night; She wandered the streets entirely unafraid, more curious than than anything else. ]