[skillyaslig]

“Traveling, eh? Huh, not much, I prefer to stay in one place, rather then getting’ hurled about,” Cylepso replied, “There is another girl slig ‘round here, she is…well, a bit of a nut, but who isn’t now days? Perfectly fine to be a bit mad, keep you in sync.”
Seb made a funny noise and shook his head, “mnanhaan.”
“I wasn’t being rude, that goes to you, my skinny friend, just truthful. That screaming fit isn’t something that people do every day. Screaming does lower your stress though.”
“mhma.”
“Okay…” She made a face and saw Cal and exclaimed, “Hey, your not dead! Huh, I though you would be considering you got shot in the face…”
“mhnamma, “ Seb commented dryly.
“Well, I’m just saying, when most people get shot they usually die, due to the fact we have nutters as doctors doesn’t really help-”
“mhmma? Mnhamm, mnahanm mnaham.”
“Well yeah, I did a bit, but that’s not really the point. You really cant get good help this days, I can tell ya. Bit annoying really.”
“Mhn, mhnamam ahnama maama.”
“That may be, but still doesn’t change the facts.”
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Vester watched as they detached the scrab and flicked his hand as it was pulled free. He signed and looked at Martha and mumbled, “She eating dead slig, I went to pat her and she bite me.”
“Bite indeed!” Lenny exclaimed, resting his head on his arms.
Vester nodded slowly, his stupid gaze wondering around the room.