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“Send Billy. Tell him to be careful to not get kidnapped again on his way here.” You deadpan.
“Oh man, that’d be so shit if it happened...” A worried Henry is half-laughing.
“And kind of funny…” You add. “It won’t happen! There’s nothing to worry about!”
“Yeah, you’re right.” Henry sighs in relief. “*Why* are you right?”
“Because trust me.” You retort. “Don’t you trust me?”
“I guess I do…” Henry doesn’t get what this has to do with Billy being kidnapped, but he won’t dwell on it. “Huh, he’s on his way.”
“Thanks, Henry, I’ll see you later with an icy surprise.” You wave at the phone like a dork.
“Can’t wait, see ya!” Henry sounds optimistic as the call ends.
Your plan is to buy enough ice cream for everyone to celebrate a job well-done! But you can’t do that until Billy comes around or else it’ll melt. You got some time to kill before he arrives, perhaps you should investigate the odd messages you have been receiving.
Do they have something to do with the Toaster thing when you were kidnapped by those bullies? Those strange messages you received right after. Wait, you haven’t figured out that those bullies are your actual fan club yet? Girls who unconditionally love you for your appearance? Can a random guy get a fan club in like a week? What are the logistics? Is everything stupid? No, life makes sense, life is too beautiful to just be stupid…
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Since when do you see life that way?
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Fuck it, you’ll leave that for later! Instead of concentrating on the nature of your character development, you’re going to get some answers from the Slapped Dragon. How you wish you had your poking stick here, but you left it at home.
“Meow.” Bradford Jr. appears from your hoodie to hand you your poking stick! What a good cat!
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Before you could do the deed with the stick, the Spy dragon begins waking up… She takes off the ice from her face and slowly shakes her head. She briefly flinches from the pain, then acts like she slept on a bunch of rocks and then an uncomfortable chair from a fast food restaurant after being chopped for 8 minutes.
“…Did you take my mask?” The Spy Dragon wanted to say something cooler, but her indignation took over.
>>How do you respond?
>“*My* mask.” It’s yours now, and she needs to get used to it.
>“Oh, right, here.” Hand back the mask.
>“Stick to answering my questions, please.” Be cordial but serious.
>Write In.
>>What do you do?
>Slowly push the Chocolate Bufu towards her, so she can eat it.
>Ask the Spy Dragon how she is feeling.
>Be direct. You wanna know her deal.
>Tell the Spy Dragon that she has a debt to pay. The Flying Referee is waiting.
>Write In.
