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If you say so.
Would somebody be so kind as to bring me a carton of sticking plasters?
*Shakes his head sadly*
Yup, we is definitely back.
*Embraces the diminutive figure*
I missed you soooo much!
Let me go, you idiot! You were with us the whole time.
*Appears next to him*
Nah, you don't wanna waste such treasures on a small occurrence like that. Happens every day, don't cha know.
*Releases Mole and steps back, taking him in with an examining stare*
The face is familiar but I can't remember the name.
Gimmie a hint?
*Sighs heavily*
Moral: be careful what you wish for.
Burrowing mammal.
*Nemonicus struggles with several strips of sticking plaster, managing to not cover a single wound*
Yack, yack, yack...
If you need me, you know where to find me.
At the head of a caravan of yaks?
I kid.
*The salesman shoves a pamphlet though the wreckage into the customs region*
One of our brochures. I recommend the more expensive, first tier variety of confetti. Guaranteed to work at higher elevations, unlike some of your lower quality brands.
An elk!
Anne Elk?
I think I used to date her sister.
Not a burrower.
But it is a mammal, so I'll give you half credit.
*Buries his face in his hands and appears to be weeping*
This is all ruined. Maybe we should exit and try it again.
Nonsense!
I was impressed with your entrance and I know entrances.
- Took a course in college. Passed the final exam with flying colors.
Bonus points, or at least a nickel, to the first person to get the reference.
*Stops weeping long enough to respond*
You passed the 'entrance exam'?
Um, I got news for you, my friend...
*Pats the foundation leader patronizingly on the shoulder*
My boy, fireworks are over-rated.
Plus, they are flammable in the extreme.
*Pauses a beat, thinking*
Or was it inflammable? I get the two confused.
'Matching Tie and Handkerchief'. Wait, no! It was their previous record.
Still- *Hands the winner a nickel*
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-dj_X3vexak
Iescech, Morocco mole, and Neutrality Foundation
*Mole appears in the plaza, gives Saurisa a wink and a nod, then fishes the keys to the Tajini Hut from his vest pocket and unlocks the door of the food vendor kiosk*
It'll be a bit while I fire up the ovens. Care for a hummus shake while you're waiting?
Iescech and Saurisa
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