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        “Says the thick one. Now why don’t you         move before we’re both trampled over.”         Oh, did she neglect to mention there was         a mob after her? && she should meet up         with Lock in 30.3 seconds to activate the         trap? Ah, well, must’ve slipped her mind. 

{S}——-               “Hahaaaaa. No.”

       “You’re bothering too much over that.” Lock       scoffed as he reclined on their couch; springs       && stuffing nearly bursting through the stitches.       He waved a hand a the deck of cards spread on       the ground with a yawn. “I believe it’s your turn?”

                   “Psh. You think because you’re sticking your                    mouth on the princess’s you’re all fine && dandy,                    hmm? Do anything that pleases you with no con-                    sequence.” Apparently, calling him out wasn’t                   going to move his fat, scaly butt. “Oh, yes, like                   you can lift anything heavier than your head. I’m                   heavier than I look, Gills.” Well ... the guy looked like                    he’d be a challenge for even Barrel’s buff, but no way                    would Lock leave his lounging spot to the likes of him.

{L}——-                “Barrel couldn’t keep a secret if his life depended on it.”

           “Uhh ... I gotta ...” With a flick of his head, he            padded away, bare feet against the snow.            Rude, perhaps, but he’d rather not stray from             his cohorts in the human world.

{L}-------                “Get this, fishsticks; I could care less.”             Proceeds to lounge in the shade of a tree.