Out of Coffee: Oh, hey, it still lives.
BIC:
Skelter sat down on the table, horns flat against her head. She looked over at Maggie, who was staring.
"Get out."
Maggie got up obediantly and gave her mudokon attention victim (Jim) a little wave. "Bye Larry!" She said, trotting out of the room and slowly closing the door. Skelter crossed her arms and huffed under her breath. She knew what lip stitching was like. She didn't enjoy it. But at least the vykker had bothered to grab a bottle of novacaine(sp?); the last time she had her lips stitched she didn't have the luxury of having her mouth numb.
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