...You're naming the Shuckle Fuckel. You- Sir Wigglesworth was bad enough, Egon, now you're just doing this shit on purpose-!
[He tries to keep it together, but once Ray starts laughing, he loses it, too, and has to grab onto Ray's shoulder to keep himself upright.
The Sandygast slowly... well, not nods, but part of its sand body jostles in a way reminiscent to a nod. Some things are hurt by knives and others are not. Ok. It will remember that. How does it know what will be hurt from knives and what won't?
Elsewhere on the beach, Kildarby looks up from preening at the sound of her trainer laughing. Damn. Looks like Egon's still standing. Ah, well. Another day, maybe she'll be luckier.]
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...You're naming the Shuckle Fuckel. You- Sir Wigglesworth was bad enough, Egon, now you're just doing this shit on purpose-!
[He tries to keep it together, but once Ray starts laughing, he loses it, too, and has to grab onto Ray's shoulder to keep himself upright.
The Sandygast slowly... well, not nods, but part of its sand body jostles in a way reminiscent to a nod. Some things are hurt by knives and others are not. Ok. It will remember that. How does it know what will be hurt from knives and what won't?
Elsewhere on the beach, Kildarby looks up from preening at the sound of her trainer laughing. Damn. Looks like Egon's still standing. Ah, well. Another day, maybe she'll be luckier.]