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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Rx6LQMWp5A"Gib....Gible gib....Gible gib gib.....Giiiiiiiible..."
You and Sycamore approach a small territory belonging to some Gible on the far side of the Badlands. Needless to say, this'll probably be the wackiest part of your night rendezvous.
Usually in the daytime, the Gibles would be roaming around carefree and jubilant, with their big jaws and sharp teeth, biting down on everything and anything in sight with a big head.
"Calem my son, my Soft Sand detectors are detecting a detectable source of Soft Sand...in that Gible habitat. You know what we have to do, non?"
"Steal it?"
"Steal it!"
"But how are we going to do that?"
"They're asleep, Calem. Please, it's like prendre la sucrerie d'un bébé!"
"Ermm...I-I'm not too sure about this, I mean, I'm usually more confident about this kinda stuff whenever I have my hat on, but you kinda dragged me out before I could put it on.."
Sycamore shrugs, "That sounds like a /you/ problem. I don't do well with problems that aren't about me, mon garçon."
>What kind of hair-brained scheme do they come up with? 