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You grope Blew Bewbz blew bewbz while you think it through.
She lets you, only trembling when you start playing with her nipnipz; <span class="mu-b">Daggy's</span> hilt deep at a stroke into the solid rock ground between her legs, right at the thigh gap. pewbz like mountain snow. Huh.
Gobbz mime <span class="mu-i">guuudd</span>.
When you reach your decision you tweak a nippy; squeaky gasp. You turn your ovva wrist absently: <span class="mu-b">Daggy</span> slides free from the ground, while Beastie Whapp closes around your body instead of hers. She manages to stay still, knowing how destructive you are with your strange weapon. Her not being harmed now is a demonstration of finesse.
You hold up the gold teacup Moar Oww gave you, angling the lid open with a thumb.
"<span class="mu-r">Yew. Inn.</span>" She gets your message, dissolving into a blue sparkly smoke that swirls itself into the cup. When it's all in, you close the lid, and a small, heatless almost lightless blue flame spouts out of the dainty lip.
Without a second thought you chuck it into Pouchy, looking up to see Glassy cringing in Moar Oww's grip.
"<span class="mu-r">Watz widdim.</span>"
<span class="mu-i">• Fear of death. Enclosing dimensional spells and artifacts within one another usually entail catastrophic spatial adjustment. •</span>
"<span class="mu-r">Wat.</span>"
<span class="mu-i">• Pouchy bag thing or zappy inside Pouchy bag thing or zappy makey likey boomboom biggy. •</span>
"<span class="mu-r">Fugg yew kunt, we durnt talk lark dat.</span>"
<span class="mu-i">• And yet yew knew it wurz erbert yew. •</span>
"<span class="mu-r">Yer muvva.</span>"
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With Wagon clamping Glazzy and Moar Oww leading the way back out, the journey is as comfy as you can expect: swaddled in new carpet, swigging the fancy faggy drankz n snakkz from Blew Bewbz' personal buffet, you feel like a gorrillion golds, top shape.
It would have taken at least 3 armed Gobbz, 4 to be safe, to handle a particularly sloppy newb Fighty, and now look at YOU: on solo, half rekt kludgewear, and you just topped 5 Alley Mentals, a zappfagg, and a zappysuperfagg, on just one sip of Helff Pott wot you didn't really need.
The way you figger, all the Fighties in Plague Town would have gotten wiped if they tried, even in top shape with Pottz n Healz.
And now, if Moar Oww ain't hamming, youz got a <span class="mu-b"><span class="mu-s">W I S H</span></span> loaded and ready to cook.
>Toady me Gobb
>Yerz winning biggly
You're rested well enough to swagger when Moar Oww detects the off-hour Gobby watchteem: Wagon and Spookface go into the Pouch, and you lead out Glassy gagged and chained, the Whapp snarled around his neck.
You wake the first snoozy watchGobb you come upon with a kick.
"<span class="mu-r">Oi. Fetch va Shammies and who evah's handy out. This unz a zappyfagg. Hurry it.</span>"
Netting something like Glassy gets you so much respect everyone just take your orders.
You like the fuss and chatter: <span class="mu-r">Gorr Wokka</span>'s back from va Deep End! Baaased.
When you get to Gorrlovva's tent he's already awake.
Pity. You'd wanted to kick him awake too.
