>>15875930A Shuckle walks into the dimly-lit room. He wears a cap and jacket that blends into the darkness, sans a bright, red capital R divided by his collar. He mutters, in a confident bellow, "Hey guys I'm-"
The sound of thuds and shuffling echo throughout the tiny room, followed by a loud thud. The Shuckle had tripped over a large tounge belonging to a Lickitung.
The Shuckle did not die, because he has no neck to break.
