Out of Coffee: Writer's block. x.x;
BIC:
Mola swung around suddently, grinning like a psychopath. There was nothing he liked more than to be the center of attention. He inhaled a Herculean breath and exclaimed "Hi!" to the unusual, darkly-skinned mudokon (Dionysia). "I'm Mola! Whats your name? And how come your skins' so dark? And... ooh! Why are you so tall? Is it because i'm short? And where's the food?" He rummaged around in his satchel. "I think I had a sandwhich in here somewhere..."
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The smell of smoke was even stronger. Ophelia pushed open the door to the production lines and thrust her head in, only to jerk it back once again. Smoke flooded the hallway instantly, dramatically darkening the air and stinging Ophelia's eyes. She coughed and fell back, crying "Fire! There's a fire!"
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