Ba-Khet walked along the pathway beside the river of sewage. Neither Ficus nor Aylenne seemed too bothered by the presumed scent. Was sewage supposed to smell foul? It had assumed so, but its sense of smell was not strong enough to tell.
They passed by a bridge leading across the noxious stream, and as Ba-Khet looked to the other side of the long tunnels, it saw a figure hunched over in the darkness.
“Hey, Ficus,” Ba-Khet shouted, as it had begun lagging behind, “I think there’s another person down here!”
Ficus and Aylenne turned around, squinting their eyes as the figure scurried into the darkness of an adjoining tunnel. The sewer was almost like a labyrinth to Ba-Khet. It watched as Aylenne’s face twisted into an expression of disgust.
Ficus called back, “Just ignore it, let’s keep walking.” Then he and Aylenne did just so.
“But what if they could help us?” Ba-Khet shouted.
Ficus and Aylenne turned back towards it, and Ficus gently put the palm of his hand on his face. Aylenne scowled at it.
“Ba-Khet, if someone is hanging out down here, they are in no position to help us. They’re probably scrounging for scraps,” Aylenne said.
“She is right, Ba-Khet,” Ficus said with a shiver.
Suddenly, the figure was beside Ba-Khet. It said in a low, raspy voice, almost like someone attempted to play a high-pitched shriek on an old, low-quality bass guitar with too much distortion, “You want help?”
The figure wore a tattered black cloak, and the rest of his attire looked like it had been put through a shredder. He was thin, dangerously so, and a rusty dagger hung from his belt and his tar like fur coat nearly concealed it. His face was rat-like, and his body was so hunched over he almost formed a right angle, if not a hemisphere. His snout seemed crooked, and a scar ran over one of his eyes. The other was bloodshot, and his tongue hung out of his mouth. He probably had every disease in the sewer, if not more.
“Hi! What is your name?” Ba-Khet asked enthusiastically. He heard one of the other two audibly face-palm in response.
“My name is—” He abruptly cut himself off, glanced around before picking up a short metal rod, then continued, “My name is Rebar.” Rebar began gnawing on the metal rod in his hands. Plentiful amounts of slobber came from his mouth.
Ba-Khet thought about holding out his hand to shake, but decided not to, simply saying, “Nice to meet you.”
Rebar sucked dripping snot back into his nose. “You want Rebar’s help?”
“Do you think you could help us?” Ba-Khet asked.
“Ba-Khet, please don’t interact with him. The Tiris people are foul, diseased folk who roam the sewers and often steal to survive. They are a race of beggars and criminals,” Ficus stated.
“Rebar is not a bad person,” Rebar said as he shoved the piece of rebar into his scarred eye, not even flinching at the bodily injury. Not a single drop of blood dripped onto the floor.
“Is that why you didn’t want to talk to him? Because you don’t like rat-people?” Ba-Khet asked.
“Ba-Khet, you don’t understand. He is blind in one eye, his face is broken, some kind of fluid is leaking from his clothing, and he didn’t even know his own name. There is no way he can help us,” Aylenne argued.
“Rebar knows his name! It’s Rebar! And my clothes drip because of, uh, religious thingies,” Rebar replied with great enthusiasm but wavering confidence, before gnawing on his own finger, seemingly having forgotten the conversation.
“See? He’s fine. He could totally help us!” Ba-Khet encouraged.
Rebar held a bug up to his nose and sniffed a little too hard, causing the bug to get stuck in his nostril. Ba-Khet noticed a couple of flies buzzing around his head.
Ficus and Aylenne let out a collective sigh. “Fine, he can come. But if he screws anything up, we ditch him,” Ficus decided.
“Yippee!” Ba-Khet shouted, his arms shooting into the air in excitement.
Rebar soundlessly mimicked Ba-Khet, throwing his arms up, rusty dagger in hand. They continued on with a smiling Rebar, now stumbling alongside everyone else. Rebar’s eye seemed to scan the room constantly, looking every which way; in reality, he was just cross-eyed and spacing out. Ba-Khet too spaced out, mindlessly following Ficus and Aylenne to wherever they were going.
Suddenly, the pair stopped, and Ba-Khet slammed into Ficus, with Rebar slamming into it and all three of them falling over. They slowly and carefully untangled themselves and stood back up.
“Why’d we stop?” Ba-Khet asked.
“Because we have made it. We are directly beneath my chambers. This ladder will take us up into the castle,” Aylenne pointed towards a poorly carved ladder in the sewer wall.
“Why is there a ladder to the sewers in your chambers?” Ba-Khet asked.
“There is a ladder to the sewers in my chambers so that I may sneak out without my family being aware of it. I carved the tunnel and ladder myself,” Aylenne replied.
“I don’t care why your chambers connect to the sewers,” Ficus replied. “ I’m just happy we can confront that damn wizard.”
Rebar snorted, snot finding its way back into his nose, as his arms shot up in excitement. “Let Rebar kill that damn wizard! Who is ‘that damn wizard’?”
Aylenne sighed before muttering, “I’m going to have to get used to this stupid rat,” followed by a louder phrase directed towards Rebar, “the identity of the wizard is not important.”
Aylenne quickly climbed the ladder, fiddling with a key and a latch once she reached the top. Ficus followed near immediately, leaving Ba-Khet and Rebar on the catwalk. It hesitated for a moment, allowing the Tiris to scamper up first. It unsteadily placed its left hand on one of the rungs and pulled itself up a little. ‘I can do this! I can climb up the ladder!’ Ba-Khet reassured itself. It was wrong. Ba-Khet, clutching one of the rungs, slipped on a bit of mold, losing its grip and collapsing back to the ground, bruising its already damaged body even more.
“Hurry up you bumbling body!” Ficus called down the ladder.
Rebar shouted too. “Rebar!” was what Ba-Khet thought it heard, although that wouldn’t have made sense.
Ba-Khet lay on the ground dazed as Ficus climbed back down the ladder. With a feat of strength and an unmistakable grunt, Ba-Khet was slung over Ficus’ shoulder as though he were a bag of potatoes. Ba-Khet recognized the feeling of disappointment brewing inside itself as Ficus carried itself up the ladder. It let out a sigh.
The sunlit room they were now in was incredibly posh; luxury had dug its clutches into this space. The floor was a red velvet, turned black anywhere Rebar walked. Ba-Khet wasn’t sure whether or not to be concerned about that. There was a large bed, covered in an extravagant number of blankets. A trapdoor barely distinguishable from the floor was in the corner they had come out of, and there were multiple dressers around the room.
“Let us make our way to the armory. I will need a weapon if we wish to take down Felix Fantasio,” Aylenne declared.
“That’s good with me. I need a new axe,” Ficus said, holding his axe, rendered cumbersome and unwieldy after the battle with the obese guard. Without a new one, it would be more of a liability than a utility due to the damage on the shaft.
“Rebar will find a gun!” Rebar shouting, throwing up his arms.
“A firearm is worthless against a pyromancer,” Ficus replied.
Ba-Khet watched Ficus and Aylenne walk into the adjoining hallway before realizing it and Rebar should follow them. It speedwalked to catch them, with Rebar chasing behind Ba-Khet.
“So, where are we going?” Ba-Khet asked.
“I already said we’re going to the armory,” Aylenne said.
“Oh right,” Ba-Khet realized that his question was incredibly stupid.
They walked the halls mostly in silence, until they came across a guard. It surprised Ba-Khet that it had taken them this long to come across a guard, and that the guard was alone. He might’ve even been asleep, but it was hard to tell from this distance.
“Allow me to handle this,” Aylenne whispered before the guard noticed them.
Rebar tilted his head before pulling his dagger off his belt. “REBAR!” Rebar screamed as he sprinted towards the guard with his knife raised over his head.
“Rebar, no!” Aylenne shouted.
“What the f-” the guard attempted to exclaim before being cut off by Rebar pouncing on the guard. Ba-Khet watched the knife swing into the air and back down into the guard’s body at least 17 times before Rebar stopped. Blood sprayed dramatically from the first few stabs, but stopped spurting wildly after about five.
When Rebar turned back to face the party, his eyes were wide and unfocused and he was gnawing on his dagger.
“That sure is one way to do it,” Ficus commented.
A look of utter shock had spread across Aylenne’s face. She took a second to collect herself then spoke, “Please refrain from killing anyone else. These people are in my family’s employ and I would prefer them to remain amongst the living. My father will have to go through the troublesome process of hiring a new guard now. Do you know how difficult it is to find a decent guard these days?”
Rebar looked disappointed at that, although he quickly shook his face and turned back towards the door where the now lifeless guard had stood in front of. He fiddled with the door knob for a second before jamming his knife into the lock. As one would expect from a dagger practically made of rust, that action did more damage to the knife than the lock.
“Allow me,” Ficus said, walking up to the wooden door.
Rebar scampered back towards Ba-Khet and Aylenne. Ficus raised his axe above his head before allowing gravity to assist him in his performance of a powerful chop, creating a slit in the door. He repeated this action several times before nearly the entire door was shattered into disparate splinters.
“You could have tried to find a key. I’m sure the guard had one. First, murder and now intensive property damage, I cannot understand any of you,” Aylenne said.
“Looking back, that was probably a waste of wood, I agree. That door could have been made from one of my ancestors. At least it was more fun,” Ficus replied.
“Is that the armory?” Ba-Khet asked.
“Yes, it should be. Now we can hose down this disgusting creature,” Aylenne said, glaring at Rebar.
Ficus stepped through the door, and the rest of the group followed. Ficus and Aylenne immediately spread out, seemingly knowing exactly what they were searching for. Rebar’s eyes went wide, and almost appeared to be sparkling. He sped towards a shelf displaying a variety of firearms, of which he grabbed a well-polished revolver and proceeded to chew on the barrel.
Ba-Khet looked on in awe. There must have been thousands of weapons in the room. Whole sections for swords and axes, bows and crossbows, staffs and what were presumably wands, shields and armor, and even a small corner with a couple of guitars. Ba-Khet didn’t know what to grab. As it stood there indecisively, Aylenne and Ficus returned. Ficus had replaced his battered axe, while also grabbing a wooden staff. Aylenne had grabbed a glaive, along with two curved swords and a chakram now hanging from her belt.
“I grabbed you a sling,” Aylenne said, handing Ba-Khet a weirdly shaped length of cloth. It had no idea what a sling was, but it hoped it could figure that out.
“Where did that rat go?” Ficus muttered angrily.
“I lost track of him,” Ba-Khet replied.
“We need to give him a wash. I will not stand before my father having anyone in a condition such as his,” Aylenne replied.
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Rebar emerged from the maze of aisles, carrying his own staff, with a large green orb at the top. The slightly chewed-upon revolver hung on his belt opposite the rusty dagger. He was gnawing on the veridian crystal, as Ba-Khet had come to expect of him. It didn’t know why Rebar loved to chew on things, but the fact was incredibly obvious.
“There you are. Rebar, could you be a dear and stand over there?” Aylenne pointed to a corner of the room, which Rebar quickly scampered over to.
Ba-Khet also wondered about Rebar’s frequent use of all four limbs for movement, rather than just using his legs. ‘Surely walking on all fours isn’t faster?’ it thought to itself.
Rebar stood in the designated corner, head tilted to one side with his tongue yet again hanging out of his mouth. Ba-Khet watched Aylenne grab a large hose it didn’t notice before. She seemed to be bracing herself, but it didn’t know why.
“1. 2. 3!” Aylenne shouted. As soon as she said three, she flicked some kind of switch that was attached to the hose and high-pressure water burst forth from the nozzle. Rebar was blasted with a torrent of water. The water turned black almost immediately upon contact with Rebar’s fur. The new, tar-like substance pooled at his feet, betraying incredible viscosity. Aylenne fired water at the screaming Tiris for nearly a whole minute before pristine white fur was revealed underneath what was likely decades of grime.
“Rebar is clean! Rebar’s clothes stop dripping mystery ooze!” Rebar exclaimed.
The definitely inedible substance was quickly spreading across the room, and eating through the floor, as Rebar celebrated his new cleanliness. He scooped up some of the mystery ‘fluid’, sniffed it, then proceeded to shove his whole hand in his mouth.
“I did not expect that,” Aylenne said.
“The white fur or him eating the toxic gunk and surviving?” Ficus asked.
“Both,” Aylenne replied. It appeared as though she was almost no longer present in current events. She was left staring utterly befuddled.
Rebar didn’t respond to them, only gnawing on his whole hand still shoved in his mouth. He clearly was enjoying himself.
“We should get going before that stuff touches us, and before it alerts anyone by melting through the floor,” Ficus said.
“That sounds great,” Ba-Khet replied.
“Agreed,” Aylenne responded simply.
Rebar grabbed another handful of the toxic bile and shoved it into his mouth.
“Where to now?” Ba-Khet asked.
“We should be heading to the throne room now. That’s where my father and Felix will be,” Aylenne answered.
“What are we doing when we get there?” Ficus questioned.
“Murder!?” Rebar replied hopefully.
“Who is it that you want to kill?” Ficus retorted.
“We will not be murdering anyone. I will show my father the incriminating letter and we will bring Felix Fantasio to justice,” Aylenne stated.
“Rebar just wants to murder someone,” Rebar answered.
“Didn’t you just kill that guard?” Aylenne asked.
“Yes,” Rebar responded confidently, nodding his head excitedly as he spoke.
“Let’s just go, we’ll figure it out when we get there,” Ba-Khet announced.
With that, they exited the now foul smelling room as quickly as they could. While they ran, Ba-Khet noticed that Rebar’s steps stained the carpet black in the shape of the soggy imprints his feet left. They ran as silently as they could so they didn’t alert any guards, with the occasional strange noise from Rebar. Everyone (but Rebar) was vigilant, waiting for something to happen or for Aylenne to give a signal that they were there. They turned a corner and came upon a grand hallway laid out perpendicular to the one they were in now. They all stopped at Aylenne’s command.
“We are almost at the throne room,” Aylenne whispered.
“What do we do?” Ba-Khet asked.
“I need someone to restrain Rebar before we go in there,” Aylenne said, “Then I will confront my father.”
“One second,” Ficus replied. His eyes glowed a more vibrant green than even his own flesh. He raised his staff, and vines burst from the wall and raced towards Rebar.
Rebar, who was facing away from the vines, didn’t notice a thing as he chewed on his dagger. The vines wrapped around his limbs before swiftly retracting. Rebar was pinned to the wall, and he didn’t even appear phased about it. He chewed mindlessly on a vine.
“That should hold him,” Aylenne stated. “Let’s go.”
With that, they crossed the threshold into the gilded hallway. To Ba-Khet’s left, a very young looking male Alcion sat on an extravagant throne. A much taller Alcion man stood hunched over beside him, with a crooked, twisted length of wood in his hands. A small red crystal floated in the center of the iron crescent that sat atop it, along with a shining white light held within a purple sphere. Banners hung from every wall, bearing the blue and white of the Aurelian flag. Both men’s eyes went wide when they spotted Aylenne.
“How did you get out of the dungeon?” the tall man asked with a raspy, withering voice.
“What happened to Father?” Aylenne countered worriedly.
“How did you get out of the dungeon?” the younger Alcion asked, putting an emphasis on each and every word. It seemed to be an attempt to sound imposing, but it made him seem more childish. “And who are those men with you?”
“These are the kind men who freed me from the dungeon you imprisoned me in!” Aylenne shouted, pointing her finger at the old man. “Now where is Father?”
“He, how shall I put it, ‘went missing’. He happened to be less receptive to change than this gentleman,” the tall Alcion hissed.
“Who are those people?” Ba-Khet whispered to Ficus while the Alcions continued their shouting match.
“I believe the old man with the staff is Felix Fantasio,” Ficus whispered back. “But I am unsure of the child’s identity.”
Ba-Khet tuned back into the conversation between the Alcions, after confirming that the person on the throne was indeed a small-ish child, just in time to hear Felix say, “I have placed your brother upon the throne. He will rule Aurelia mutlitudes better than any of his ancestors.”
“He is right! Sister, I will be the greatest man in Aurelian history! I’ll finally eradicate the disgusting Tiris, and then everyone will have no reason not to love me as their king!” the young Alcion said.
In the hallway, Rebar’s one good eye went wide, as though he were a sleeper agent who had just heard his activation phrase. Now full of bestial rage, he tore through the conjured vines with ease and sprinted into the throne room. He ran as fast as he could directly at the prince, shouting his name as he held up his dagger.
“Rebar, no!” Aylenne shouted, as Felix cried, “Nasty vermin!”
Felix held up his staff and made a series of hand gestures. A ray of fire shot from his staff, bright white and hotter than anything Ba-Khet had ever felt. The blaze slammed into Rebar, throwing him into the wall and leaving a noticeable dent.
“You did not mention you had found him,” Felix said with a disgusted expression on his face.
Aylenne pulled her glaive off her back. Ficus followed her lead and brandished his axe. With a yell, they both charged at Felix, weapons raised to attack.
“You cannot stop me! With this artefact, I am too strong!” Felix cried.
A great ball of fire emerged from the red crystal on his staff, and with a weak swing it flew towards Ficus and Aylenne. Ba-Khet took the opportunity to sneak his way to the boy king. Guards emerged from the adjoining hallways, called by the commotion. Aylenne and Ficus were outnumbered and outclassed. The guards savagely attacked the merchant and the warrior, and both were barely holding back the onslaught. Ba-Khet was lucky that Aylenne’s brother didn’t notice it sneaking up behind him and brandishing his dirk.
“Everybody stop!” Ba-Khet shouted, holding its blade up to the boy and grabbing him by the waist.
Rebar shivered in the corner, burnt flesh pulling itself together, as everyone else froze. No one dared to move for fear of and jeopardizing the boy’s life.
“How dare you touch the king!” Felix shouted.
The boy was sweating bullets as he tried to keep the knife away from his person.
“Now, we can all drop our weapons and act like civilized people,” Ba-Khet announced, “Or I will hurt this child. And none of you want that.”
Ficus shrugged, and Rebar’s body twitched again. Aylenne and the guards dropped all the weapons they held in their hands.
“Ficus, Felix, both of you drop your weapons or I will do it,” Ba-Khet stated.
“You wouldn’t do that,” Felix rasped. “You’d become an enemy of the state.”
“Drop. The. Staff!”
“I will not drop my staff, just so your dryad can hack and slash his way through my body,” Felix said.
Ba-Khet threw the child to the ground, holding its dirk above the noble. Then, Ba-Khet threw the blade at the boy with a significant display of strength. The dirk pierced the boy’s stomach, causing blood to spurt from the wound. His skin must have been as thin as paper.
“Did you kill my brother!?” Aylenne shouted, holding back tears. “How dare you! You monster!”
Ficus lowered his weapon, perplexed by the corpse’s action, “What the fuck did you just do?”
Felix simply scowled. The room almost broke out in fighting again, but the stillness continued.
“We don’t know if he’s dead yet,” Ba-Khet stated, the words ringing out across the room. Approaching the bleeding body, Ba-Khet put its hand on the child, searching for a pulse or some subtle sign of life. It couldn’t find one; this wasn’t because the child was dead, as his eyes were darting around the room trying to stay open and his chest pulsed with the rhythm of his breathing. This was because Ba-Khet had no idea where to find the child’s pulse and didn’t bother closely observing the body.
“So, the child might be dead!” Ba-Khet exclaimed a little too emphatically. Ficus smacked himself.
“Monster,” Aylenne remarked, preparing to draw her swords.
“Now you have no leverage, you idiot,” Felix chuckled. “I will kill you where you stand!” He began preparing another blast of fire.
“Shit,” Ba-Khet muttered. It realized it had also disarmed itself, since its dirk was now stuck in the child’s chest.
* * *
Felix grinned. Whatever this thing that stood before him was, it had made a grave mistake. Killing the young boy, barely even a prince, benefited him more than any of them could know. With Aylenne convicted of treason and her father gone ‘missing’, the only one left to succeed the throne would be him, and then his goals would finally be met. Even if the boy hadn’t actually died yet.
“Guards! Seize the traitors!” Felix decided. He narrowed his eyes, putting malice in his voice, “Especially that Tiris.”
The guards circled Aylenne and the dryad, some splitting off to encircle the strange man or the Tiris they called ‘Rebar’. They raised their spears and moved closer and closer. One of them said something to Aylenne that he could barely make out. The Tiris’ eyes shifted back and forth from him to the man with the purple scars to the largest mass of guards. One of the guards threw a net at the rat, but the idiot missed.
Suddenly, Rebar threw himself at one of the three guards surrounding him. All four of the disgusting creature’s limbs grabbed onto the guard before headbutting the guard. The jagged metal rod sticking out of his face slammed through the space in the guard’s helmet. One of the other guards near the rat held up a crossbow and attempted to fire at the Tiris, but missed and hit the other guard in the arm.
The rat crawled on all fours through the mass of guards surrounding the dryad and the princess, relocating himself to the center of the inner circle. The third stranger raised his arms in a strange manner.
“Someone help me, please!” he said, clearly uneasy about the approaching guards.
Aylenne composed herself. She took a deep breath and pulled a piece of paper out of her pocket. She looked at it for a second, seemingly double-checking it was the right paper. It must have been his letter to the general that went missing. He couldn’t let her show anyone what it said.
Felix fed his mana into his staff as fast as he could, quickly launching a firebolt from his staff, aimed for the princess’ head. His bolt struck true, knocking Aylenne to the ground and causing burns to spread across the right side of her face. The letter flew from her hand, and with a subtle manipulation of the mana currents in the room with a small motion of his staff, made its way to his palm.
Felix heard the princess mutter a quiet “shit.” It brought a smile to his face.
The Tiris held up his staff and the green crystal began to glow. ‘The damn rat can cast a spell? How did he learn to do that? He hasn’t shown a single shred of intellect yet.’ Rebar raised his staff higher into the air, before slamming it down.
The slam was accompanied by a loud shout, “REBAR CAST MASS RABIES!”
Most of the guards stopped for a second. Some of them clutched their heads, and others started salivating. Several fell to the ground. One man appeared to be having a seizure. The dryad readied his axe.
“Ficus, that will be unnecessary. It appears Rebar has been useful and these guards have been incapacitated,” Aylenne stated. “Now I can handle Felix Fantasio.”
Felix stepped back. There were only 4 guards left in the room that hadn’t been attacked by the ratman. Three of them were guarding the purple man. The dryad, Ficus, ran towards the group guarding the strange man. He raised his axe, and Felix responded with a gentle push of magic. The dryad was launched into the wall.
Aylenne drew her swords and approached Felix slowly. Rebar pulled out a revolver and chewed on it for what was clearly not the first time.
“Fools! You have taken out everyone who can oppose me! Now I can rule Aurelia, and everyone else will be none the wiser. You cannot defeat me with just the two of you!” Felix laughed at his own success.
Rebar scampered up to Aylenne and whispered something in her ear. Aylenne nodded and the Tiris passed something to the princess. She raised her arms, both hands clutched around the object. A revolver gleamed silver in her hands.
“You can’t cast faster than a speeding bullet,” Aylenne stated as she fired the gun.
‘Oh shit! She’s right, the only thing I could cast that quickly would be a counterspell, and that’s utterly useless now!’ Felix thought.
* * *
Ba-Khet watched as Felix’s body slumped to the ground. Aylenne’s bullet had struck true, and the wizard’s brains had been blown out of the back of his skull. Aylenne walked up to the corpse and grabbed the paper Felix had stolen from her. Ficus sat up from where he had lain after being slammed into the wall. It almost appeared that a shadow fled Felix’s corpse, but Ba-Khet assumed it was a trick of the eyes. The guards surrounding him stood down.
“If everyone could please review this letter, I believe you will find Felix guilty of treason and me innocent,” Aylenne said. She then directed her attention to Ficus, asking: “Could you heal them?”
Ficus nodded and stood slowly. He raised his staff and soft green glows enveloped most of the guards. Ba-Khet walked over to Felix’s staff. The red crystal was already gone, but the shining white light was still here. It didn’t seem to have a material form, and Ba-Khet felt inexplicably drawn towards it. Ba-Khet touched the space the light seemed to occupy, and it entered it. It felt the light suffuse its body, and it spread itself through its soul. It felt an ecstasy, like when it had eaten that black powder and drunk the clear mystery liquid. Colors danced in its vision and it felt like it was floating.
A vermillion tumbleweed danced across his vision, moving back and forth throughout the room. “Congratulations Augustine. You found it. You found the Sah.”
“Who are you? Who is Augustine? Am I Augustine?” Ba-Khet-Sah asked.
“That is not something that matters. Now you must go and find the fourth piece of your soul. Find the Ren, Augustine, and you shall know who you are,” the tumbleweed said before rolling through a wall and disappearing.
“Rebar asks who you talk to,” Rebar said to Ba-Khet-Sah.
“You didn’t see the tumbleweed? It was right there,” Ba-Khet-Sah traced the tumbleweed’s path around the room with its finger.
Rebar laughed. “You must be high. Rebar no saw any weeds that tumble. And Rebar was very attentive.”
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