dunk tank.
   [ â ]âThe son of the Cheshire Cat merely crossed his arms over his chest, huffing once he saw the young Stark picking up the ball and aiming it on the target inches away from his head. âIâm gonna tell on you,â He quipped, threat obvious in his voice as golden hues leered at the otherâs readying form. âIâm gonna tell Penny that youâre abusing her favorite peEET!â His last syllable was raised to a scream as the platform on his butt collapsed just in time, plunging him to the cold and murky blues of the dunk tank. âAnimal abuse." He says in between coughs, sputtering out a stream of water as he emerged from the depths. "Animal abuse, I say."








