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One moar day of free time before you meet up with Seafood again, and you decide you haven't had enough of shidding up the Refijjee Camp.
That last jaunt taught you plenty, but you wanted a <span class="mu-g">vaycayshun</span>, just like Seafood, eaten n funnen n horren. All you got out of it wuz two drinks and a delishy stunty chikkin. It wuz priddy gudd, but it wernt no vaycayshun. And even for that little bit of enjoyment they made you work.
Yez want <span class="mu-g">souvies</span>, yez wants moar <span class="mu-g">eatziez</span>, sumn sumn, anna coot Rhea gurlie wivv floral shampy smellen niceynicey to <span class="mu-g"> pluppypluppy screamyscreamy, gnehh heh hehh</span>.
You don't get your hopes up too high: after all that ultraviolence you visited on the tribe of feeves wot tried you, you carnt trust a bite of food from their hands. They'd probably keep their women and children out of your sights, buncha pre-cuck cucks.
So it's going to be souvies. Put the squeeze on n get sumn out of them. You're going to look bossyyer than usual for the occasion. You need to look <span class="mu-g"><span class="mu-s">Bad</span></span>.
You keep your Light Armor and get out the Quality one. You mod it a bit, for better effect: tap a couple holes in the shovelhead shoulder plates, put a longy screw in upwards, put a rat or rabbit skull or two the spike and glue it up; get a shitty spearhead, smear it with blood so it looks grotty, make a crummy handle out of spare wood and glue bones on, and wear it across your back like a Boarbearrian. You won't be using it anyway: Stumpy's Noif and yer own Sicky will be your go-to, carried in reverse draw between your ribs and your elbows.
Your tin [Helff Swigga] gets the same treatment: an animal skull put over and glued on.
The Pouch will be secured to your Beed Trinkkittz, under your Quality Armor.
Your ready money you put in the fancy Bajjur bawbag that you baited them with the last time. You wear it different this time: shorten the sling, wear it openly over your belly. You <span class="mu-g">dare</span> them to steal it. Just to make it blatant, you paint a skull in brown over the chest and belly of your Quality Armor, where the Bajjur Bawbag is hanging. You're not sure how many Rheas are worth 1 measure of Living Men's Blood, but let them Rheas try you again and you'll <span class="mu-r">both</span> find out.
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You figger that near dinner time again is good to visit. They set store by nice dinners, and you want to spoil it. You also figger that these Meadow Folks won't have Dark-Peek, so Night's better for YOU.
For this, you prime Moar Oww as a distraction, hiding in the treeshade.
"<span class="mu-g"> if yez hear this wissil, *HEEEET*, or seez zapzaps n shouting in the camp, come out and juzt walk through va middl ovvit. Scare their tonkers orf so I'z can geddout. Savvy?</span>"
• <span class="mu-i"> Your language is atrocious where not foul. Perhaps if you applied yourself you would not be such a pox to hear.</span> •
"<span class="mu-g">Psh! Layder! You gotva plan??</span>"
• <span class="mu-i">Yes</span> •
"<span class="mu-g">Gudd! Mm orf! Fagg.</span>"
