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You’re never going to be too tired to celebrate! Maybe you can’t feel your hands from the visceral chops, but your tongue is working, and it craves ice cream. Since Jackey Frosties is the only building around, you gotta make Bubbles proud and get some well-deserved icy goodness!
Now the issue is that you have the Spy Dragon here after being slapped to another plane of existence and you don’t know what to do with her. Leaving the thug on the ground is such a bad idea, you don’t want to entertain it, but what else can you do? You can’t just grab her, take her to Jackey Frosties, and then ask questions. That’d be stupid. And you have too much Knowledge to do something that stupid.
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You take the Unconscious Slapped Dragon to Jackey Frosties. What else can you do? Like really, what else? She still owes you after the fact, you won the duel, the referee is even following you. And in Jackey Frosties they can give her an ice pack… or two. And, yeah, you feel guilty for this even if she wanted it! Uhm, you hope this wasn’t her fetish or something.
“Meow.” Bradford Jr. points out.
Oh yeah, your cat saw you chop a woman for 8 minutes straight. How awkward. You hope there aren’t more witnesses. You take off your Philonune mask, and wear the Spy Dragon’s as you walk forward to the ice cream shop. It’s yours now.
“Hey there! I’d like one Strawberry Bufu if it isn’t a hassle, please.” You ask very cordially to the only vendor in the entire establishment. It’s just you three on this floor.
“Sire, you’re carrying a corpse with you.” The dead inside wage worker says in a monotone voice.
“Yeah, get her a chocolate.” You ask. “And, uh, an ice pack or two.”
“Sir, you’re legally obligated to inform me if she’s alive or not.” The man in the costume refuses to do anything until this gets clarified.
“My corpse friend is very much alive!” You exclaim with a smile on your face.
Jackey Frosties man sighs. He thought he could’ve ended his shift earlier if the Spy Dragon was actually dead. You wonder if he’s the same guy as every time you have set foot in one of these. That’d be impossible though, unless he has a flame... “All right, sir. Here’s your order, and some bandages…” He wants to hand you the tray with all the items, but you’re quite preoccupied. “I’ll accompany you to your table, sir.”
“Thank you!” You cheerfully say.
Oh boy! This day can’t get any better for you! You have a crystal piece and ice cream!
