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The Fucknado may shred a fucker every now and then, but that doesn’t make it pretty from what you can tell. Lifa gets to work. The saw moves. You pray to whoever would be your god that Felicia isn’t hearing this harrowing sound.
ರೃ Lucinda: I assume that she is removing the cotton and such.
Patchwing: She is.
ರೃ Lucinda: Then there won’t be much left when she’s done.
Patchwing: There won’t. But it will be enough. CAW
From looking at Patchwing, you’d believe it… but there’s no way that the crow is alive. If anything, it’s a puppet Lifa did to fuck around and then left at the entrance to the forest so it wouldn’t feel so deserted.
Lifa: There’s so much stuff in here- whatever, as long as it can move it’s fine. Alright, I’m done!
ರೃ Lucinda: Are you sure about that?
She’s still not turning around. Lifa digs a bit more into what now doesn’t look like a mammoth at all.
Lifa: You are right, it had wires between the fingers for some reason. My bad. We could have still fixed this later though. Do we have a box or something? Wait we do, I had a costume shipped to me last week.
Patchwing: Yet another. CAW
Lifa: It’s my job. Not settling for drawing over 3D models is what puts me ahead in the market you dumb, dumb bird. Box, please!
The box is brought down through the stairs; it has an ecchi, life-sized anime schoolgirl drawn over each of its faces. Lifa opens the top, turns it around, and then covers the scattered pieces of the baby mammoth with it.
