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With the threat of certain pain hanging over you, you learn all 36 of the Sick-Rat Ass-Ants riddle-rhymes by heart before too long, word for word in tempo.
Threatening you with the remaining Binny longsword seems to add mass and crease to your sponge: you pick up and <span class="mu-i">twigg</span> things many times faster than your normal. Even if you don't or can't understand what you are learning immediately, your memory fossilizes the whole block of experiential time for you to examine after you survive Seafood's teaching.
You're amazed that you can be such a boffins when your tonkers are on the line.
Even Seafood is amazed, you think.
"Illiterate and unintelligible bestial mind, yet fear furnishes pen and ink, and dread makes room to write."
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The new Carrionpede stuff is harder: you actually have to think about relative positions and momentum, even of individual limbs.
You can't just practice hitting static targets anymore, or even Moar Oww; you actually have to <span class="mu-r">See Bludd</span>, how bodies twist and fold and fall to your attacks, and how to twist and fold and fall with them, to maximize yer killykilly; read their instincts, see what they might or are doing even before they understand they're doing it. You will need to kill a bunch to improve.
As well, you'll need to eat moar meat, so's your body can keep up with how much you're pushing it. Doesn't matter what kind, so long's warmish freshy n got reddy blud inna. Grubling "meat" and vejjis aren't going to cut it; neither just lard n crackling. Hazta haz bludd or your whole body will cramp up again.
To see to this new need you want to start gibbing travellers, but Seafood forbids you.
"We head for roaded settlements; why reveal our route with corpses."
You'll need to figure something out yourself later.
Seafood seems quite interested in people now: he comes up to caravans in the daytime, holding a Dimmy's hand, or travellers' camps at breakfast, just as they're breaking camp and prepping to kick off. Begging a crust of bread and smiling sweetly, he asks them all kindsy questions, peeks at all they do.
He orders you and Moar Oww far off when he does this, to keep his dupes from twigging on. It works mostly mostly; there are a couple typy groups that are always wary of strangers in the wild, even little beggar girls: Fighty Ones, Murkers Mercenaries, and YOUr Sorty Sorts Delinquents, Hoodz, n Nogoodz.
Whiteys and Wizzies especially, even when Seafood's sweetalked the rest of the Fighty group Rogues included; Seafood's acting's GOOD; most Whiteys n Wizzies still feel off about Seafood somehow, even if none of the zapzaps they sneeki-cast can detect it.
He is insulted that they are bothered at all; he'll be trying to fix this, you're sure.
