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OH HO.
AND HERE IT WOULD SEEM THAT WE HAVE.
AN EXEMPLARY PAIR OF SAUCY BITCHES.
DO YOU THINK...
What?
NO. NEVER MIND.
IT WAS A FRIVOLOUS QUESTION.
Think what?
I WAS JUST WONDERING.
DO YOU THINK IT'S LIKELY.
IF I PEEK AT THEM FOR A WHILE.
THEY WILL BEGIN TO. MAYBE.
What?
STROKE EACH OTHER'S HAIR.
Ok, I'm leaving.
OR MAYBE.
WHAT'S THE WORD I'M THINKING OF.
YOU DO IT WITH ANOTHER LIVING TORSO THAT'S NEAR YOU. I MEAN, A TORSO YOU HAVEN'T KILLED YET.
WHEN ONE DARES TO ALLOW THE SEDUCTIVE SERPENT OF DEBAUCHERY TO SLITHER INTO ONE'S SARSWAPAGUS.
What the fuck?
I THINK IT'S CALLED.
"SNUGGLING"?
Bye.
WAIT!
WHERE ARE YOU GOING.
I think you've got a handle on this.
You're warming up to the clown, or at least you stopped shooting him every thirty seconds.
So it seems like you're ready to accept him as your mentor and begin taking this quest seriously.
I FIND HIM MODERATELY LESS REPELLENT.
AND HE HAS PROVEN HIMSELF USEFUL. I GUESS.
I WILL ACCEPT THE RESILIENT BARD AS MY SERVANT.
Cool.
My work here is done then.
Try out some more keys. Then go exploring and look for more.
You'll get the hang of it.
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