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As the two of you exchange hisses, an idea comes to your mind as you spot the <span class="mu-g">TOASTER</span> standing tall amongst the mountain of clutter on Dr. Devon's desk! That's <span class="mu-i">IT!</span>
"What is?" Ly asks as he presses against the inside of your face with interest! "Da' <span class="mu-g">TOASTER?</span>" <span class="mu-r">STANLEY THE RACCOON</span> gnashes its teeth at you menacingly before your skeleton gets the picture! "I get it--we distract dis' thing wit' <span class="mu-b">TOAST,</span> right? Great idea, kid!"
Well <span class="mu-i">no,</span> you mutter, still glaring daggers at the ill-tempered and twitchy trash panda sharing your name, you were just gonna grab it and <span class="mu-s">BASH</span> this rodent's lights out! Emerging from the closet with some kind of metal pole crackling with <span class="mu-b">ELECTRICITY,</span> Devon brandishes his new toy at your opponent before turning your way.
"<span class="mu-i">It's NOT a RODENT, actually-</span>"
Not <span class="mu-i">now</span>, doc!, you've got a PLAN! Jabbing your thumb at the toaster, you kindly ask him to whip you up some <span class="mu-g">BERRY JAM TOAST--</span> this little critter's probably getting hungry!
"<span class="mu-i">... I JUST gave you some, tho-</span>"
Not <span class="mu-i">YOU</span>, dang it, <span class="mu-r">STANLEY!</span> Err, <span class="mu-r">THE RACCOON!</span> Damn it! Sensing the conversation drifting towards them, the raccoon's eyes narrow further as they try to discern your intent. Hobbling over to the desk, Devon swiftly begins putting a fresh piece of toast together as you retrieve your <span class="mu-g">GOO MOP</span> from your pockets! Recoiling at your new weapon, <span class="mu-r">STANLEY</span> retreats to the shadows amidst a cluster of storage boxes packed away in the corner! Doc, you ask, not taking your eyes away from the shadows, how's the grub coming?
"<span class="mu-i">You CAN'T rush... PERFECTION!</span>" He croaks as electricity arcs from his desk! As a fresh piece of bread launches out of the toaster, Dr. Devon intercepts it with a scalpel coated in jam! Catching it on a clean plate, he frisbees it over to you with a confident wink!
"<span class="mu-i">Order... UP!</span>"
Alright, settle down, geez. You barely snatch the plate out of the air when a long, fuzzy nose pokes out from the boxes--its owner peering at the fresh meal with murderous intent! Oh yea, you nod, they're <span class="mu-r">HANGRY</span> alright!
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