>>6074164Back in the cover of the woods you get out the Cup, and the Pages, the Wand, the Half Head, and a few iron tools, and while you catch your breath take the time to do a little lootygimme: an arrangement of lewts so's they seem biggish and more-ish.
You manage to mostly uncrump the reddy gold Cup, and into it you lay the Pages round like a nest, then the Half Head and Wand atop. Yah. That looks <span class="mu-i">prizely</span>, 't duz.
Now that the urgency of possible discovery and death is past, you start Feelin' a lil...randy.
Alright you're always got the hotz, reddy studdly anytime, like any disrespectable gobbo, but it's been <span class="mu-g"><span class="mu-i">ages</span></span> and you're all backed up and <span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-g">hrnnnng</span></span> and it's nonstopnutznovembah...
>...an idea>an 'orrible, 'oathsome IDEA!You get the head out the lootygimme, and the tiddies out the Pouch.
Seafood's probably waiting on you, so you don't have much time; you start immediately.
>mmrgh>mmrghffFinna>Finnah, goon>Ane, wherz>I, wantz>Finnae>GOONZ>aneh>WHURRS>I>WANTZ>FINNAE>GGugg>ugG>GOBBAA!You goon noisomely and filthily on a work of art you can never reproduce, depicting an existence beyond your loftiest conception: the truthfullest honestest naturalest goblin practice of gibben tribbs.
Then you smear it all off on the grass and wipe it nice again. Seafood'll never know. Body -> Pouch, Head -> Cup, as before.
Then you trudge back to Seafood's place inna woods.
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He tries to keep impassive, but he's impressed. You can tell because he opened both eyes at your lootygimme, and hasn't threatened you with bodily harm even once.
"It seems that my teachings have finally sunk in between your ears, instead of our your wormhole," is the most scathing comment he can make, in the circumstances. You bask and grovel in it.
>Yez Maztur>Yuez alluz rights MazturHe waves you away (and not with the pinkie! You <span class="mu-i">have</span> done good!) so that he can pore and gloat over your haul.
Only then do you plop the Whitey Big 'At out of the Pouch, and bulgg his aeons-old eyes half out his little-girl head.
>Sorry, one more>ee wuz like dis when Iz foundumYou say humbly.
He seizes the dead body in both hands.
"Wonderful! Wonderful! The body of a lifelong adherent of this world's Righteous Dao! Combined with the Magic Scepter (Wand), the Divination Bowl(Cup) and this Demonic Manual (Pages), I should deduce the elemental laws of this world and it's general level of Righteous and Deviant cultivation techniques! Leave me! I must have time alone!"
>Gotcha Seafoods. Mm goin.•••
Youre not twenty paces away when he calls you back.
"Tudi. Come here."
>ahh shiet"Yez, Sweetfoods?"
"Why does this daeva statue smell like callery pear." It's not even a question. Itz nonstopnutznovembah.
"Nerr. Iono. Mebbe dey made her like dat?"
"...odious troglodyte. Begone!"
Now you know you REALLY dun good.
Because Seafood hasn't split your head open.
