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>Is this really all she wants out of life? Soliciting honk-honks?
You fold your incredibly, impressively muscular arms. "Is this really all you want out of your life? Sweating your ass off in the middle of the desert? Soliciting honk-honks from random strangers?" You scoff. "Come on. Get out of here. You can at least tag along to the capitol, see me break the MUTANT KING yourself. I already DICK-CRUSHED the GUN KING and took his crown."
You reveal the wreath of brass casings from your PERSONAL SPACE to demonstrate, the metal catching the glint of sunlight as you do. JELLYBELLY's eyes widen. "You--.. woah. Wow. That really is his crown.." She whispers in awe, gingerly reaching a hand out. "You really beat him? I-I used to live in the GUN KINGDOM, at least before I got.. turned into this and everyone chased me out."
"It wasn't because she was a mutant." Lub nudges you. "Plenty of mutants live there. Clowns are just creepy. Eugh."
"Yeah. He was a push-over." You shrug, turning around. "I'm out of here, to beat the MUTANT KING'S ass. You can tag along if you want. Or you can waste your time scrabbling for GG and honk-honks. Your choice."
"I'll.. I'll come with you. Just to KINTSUGI. I live there, after all. If you beat the MUTANT KING, well.." JELLYBELLY's voice lowers. "Well, I'll see. If you get eaten, I'll just come back and work overtime to make up for the missed hours on my shift."
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The three of you pile into the wrecking ball, and.. it's somewhat of a tight fit, you and JELLYBELLY in the back and LUB in front. JELLYBELLY squeezes in and honks as she piles in after you. "I thought clowns were meant to fit into tiny vehicles easily." You mutter, pressing your face against the glass.
"Sorry.." She murmurs, her face flushing just a little more pink. "I
"Look, I appreciate you showing up for weird scary clown girls, gorilla, but there's definitely an issue here. Having TWO pale, chubby sidekicks really throws off the balance. You gotta do something about this." Lub sighs as he begins to drive the machine off from HONKER NOODLES.
"I'll train her. Whatever." He's got a point. A bit of chub is okay on a radish guy, since it's charming. But chub on a human? You gotta give her some workout tips.
>Follow the trail lined with rock formations
>Follow the trail marked with holes.
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