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[crittersheep]

WHO: all
WHERE: all
WHEN: Day 9, evening into night

[the sun goes down; the two moons rise.

it all looks...quite different. the laundromat lengthens and transforms the silhouette of Woolietown in the distance. the lighthouse beacon comes to life for the first time, throwing strong, brilliant light and stark shadows across the meadow and into the barns. the lazy river encircles the pasture in a glittering band, the bobbing shapes of the pool toys a little bit eerie until they drift into full view.

perhaps some of you are winding down. perhaps some of you are just gearing up for a wild adventure in the shadows. perhaps some of you, regardless of if you sleep or stay up, find your dreams and nightmares crawling out beyond the bounds of your own head tonight, drawing others in...

the night is full of possibilities.]

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[ "10... 9..." ]

[ pause. ]

[ "Okay. I'll stop." ]

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Bully!!

[baps against the box! Lightly tho, he’s relaxing more with someone to talk to]

Mean text boxes out here trying to make little boys cry.

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[ "Trying?" ]

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Cry MORE.

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[ "Much better." ]

[ "So. My void is your void, I guess. Where do you want to go?" ]

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Someplace cool. You got a theme park around this void?

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[ "Do you want a theme park... of DEATH?" ]

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Ghost trains are never as cool as advertised, pass.

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[ "...it's no fun when you guess the twist." ]

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Ha! Be less predictable next time.

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[ "You're a regular ankle-biter! You're cruising for a long straight hallway with narrow walls to walk down, forever." ]

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That sounds boring for both of us. Where’s your creativity?

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[ "Died." ]

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That’s so sad, let’s go put flowers at it’s grave.

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[ "Cremated." ]

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The tragedy continues. Ashes not laid to rest anywhere nice?

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[ "Just for that, you get a silly hat." ]

[ A comically large ten-gallon hat lands on him and sticks there. ]

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WAH.

[topples back, windmilling his arms trying to keep balance]

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[ "I'll add more. See if I don't!" ]

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What am I, buckaroo? See if I don’t kick it all off.

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[ "That'd be impressive, actually." ]

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[grabs the hat with his big scarf claws and shoves it on top of the box. He is careful to make sure it doesn't obscure any of the text.]

I'm impressive. But you know, I think this hat suits you far more.

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[ "Yippee-Ki-Yay boy howdy." ]

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That’s the spirit pardner, yee haw.

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[ "More fun than a barrel full a' hay." ]