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First Panel
Pix: :O :O :O
You can talk?!?!
Brianna: Oh my gooooooosh!!! It's voice is so cute and little and purring!! Say something else!!
???: ...you're not going to eat me, are you?
Pix: Oh, of course we wouldn't do that!! You're the most adorable little fluffy thing i've ever seen!!
???: but...um... the red one said he wanted to kill me...
Brianna: Don't mind that one. He's just a crazy angry mean dude. We wouldn't let ANYTHING happen to a cute little black and pink fluffy thing like you!! <3
???: ...pink?...but...It's salmon... not pink.... ;_;
Razor: gfgjfgajgb mother glubbing gbjuerabgujibg fluffy thing gagihgigldhg im going to kill it anyway ogihgi you can't stop me gjbgaju
Second Panel
Gregory: ...so... WHY exactly are you following us?
Caynril: We need to get the rest of our trap supplies! DUH. And if whatever you lost to our trap went this way, then that's where the rest of our trap is.
Gregory: Can't you just get more stuff where you got it in the first place?
Iniru: Not really. We used the last of our tools. That was all we had, and the others back at our village don't want us to waste any more building materials.
Gregory: What are you even trying to catch with these traps, anyway?
Genna: hee hee! I bet they're trying to catch a leprechaun!
Caynril: Hmph! What we're trying to catch is none of you're weird Alien Genna species business.
Gregory: ...I'd really rather you stop calling us... or at least ME that. That's not what were called--
Third Panel
Caynril: SHHH! WAIT! do you smell that?!
Gregory: hmm? What?
Iniru: ...oh yeah...It smells just like my old aunt. The one who mauled Caynril earlier.
Caynril: Aw, cornsnipe! What are we going to do now?! I don't want to encounter THAT THING again!
Fourth Panel
Gregory: What, that thing over there? It looks vaguely like Iniru... what's so bad about it?
Caynril: Do you know nothing?! She's in her Ballistic years! Do you know what that means?!
Gregory: Um. No. Not really, or at all.
Iniru: Caynril, they're obviously not native to our forest, and they probably don't know much at all about our kind. What he means is, that once an individual of our kind reaches a certain age as an elder, they kind of go... well, crazy. I guess you could say their brain doesn't function quite regularly anymore, and their body changes into a hyper defensive mode. We can grow claws and fangs, and basically loose all right of mind. When this happens to an elder in our village, they are cast out into the woods. Basically to live out the rest of their life on their own until they die. If they remained in the village, they would be ballistic probably all the time and kill many of us. We just call this stage in a Shadea's life 'Ballistic Years.'
Gregory: ...that seems fairly harsh, but I guess I shouldn't be one to judge your race. So... if we want to avoid this ballistic, then what should we do?
Iniru: Well, the best thing to do would probably be to stay far away from her, quiet, and hope that she doesn't see us...
Caynril: Ugh, enough lecturing, Iniru. Let's just get away from her and avoid being clawed to death. Just make sure you stay quie--
Genna: GREGORY! LOOK! THERE'S ANOTHER ONE! HEEELLLOOOOOO!!!! <3
Gregory: GENNA! We have to stay QUIET!!! REMEMBER?!
Genna: BUT GREGORY SHE LOOKS LIKE A NICE OLD INIRU LADY.
Gregory: you're still yelling!!--
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Fifth Panel
Caynril: OH SHOOOOOT she saw us!! You idiots! I really didn't want to be clawed TWICE in one day!!
Genna: um...she doesn't look to nice up close...
Gregory: Quick question; what is the chance that Ballistics will eat creatures not known to this dimension...?
Iniru: oh hai aunt Nellina.
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First Panel
Pix: :O :O :O
You can talk?!?!
Brianna: Oh my gooooooosh!!! It's voice is so cute and little and purring!! Say something else!!
???: ...you're not going to eat me, are you?
Pix: Oh, of course we wouldn't do that!! You're the most adorable little fluffy thing i've ever seen!!
???: but...um... the red one said he wanted to kill me...
Brianna: Don't mind that one. He's just a crazy angry mean dude. We wouldn't let ANYTHING happen to a cute little black and pink fluffy thing like you!! <3
???: ...pink?...but...It's salmon... not pink.... ;_;
Razor: gfgjfgajgb mother glubbing gbjuerabgujibg fluffy thing gagihgigldhg im going to kill it anyway ogihgi you can't stop me gjbgaju
Second Panel
Gregory: ...so... WHY exactly are you following us?
Caynril: We need to get the rest of our trap supplies! DUH. And if whatever you lost to our trap went this way, then that's where the rest of our trap is.
Gregory: Can't you just get more stuff where you got it in the first place?
Iniru: Not really. We used the last of our tools. That was all we had, and the others back at our village don't want us to waste any more building materials.
Gregory: What are you even trying to catch with these traps, anyway?
Genna: hee hee! I bet they're trying to catch a leprechaun!
Caynril: Hmph! What we're trying to catch is none of you're weird Alien Genna species business.
Gregory: ...I'd really rather you stop calling us... or at least ME that. That's not what were called--
Third Panel
Caynril: SHHH! WAIT! do you smell that?!
Gregory: hmm? What?
Iniru: ...oh yeah...It smells just like my old aunt. The one who mauled Caynril earlier.
Caynril: Aw, cornsnipe! What are we going to do now?! I don't want to encounter THAT THING again!
Fourth Panel
Gregory: What, that thing over there? It looks vaguely like Iniru... what's so bad about it?
Caynril: Do you know nothing?! She's in her Ballistic years! Do you know what that means?!
Gregory: Um. No. Not really, or at all.
Iniru: Caynril, they're obviously not native to our forest, and they probably don't know much at all about our kind. What he means is, that once an individual of our kind reaches a certain age as an elder, they kind of go... well, crazy. I guess you could say their brain doesn't function quite regularly anymore, and their body changes into a hyper defensive mode. We can grow claws and fangs, and basically loose all right of mind. When this happens to an elder in our village, they are cast out into the woods. Basically to live out the rest of their life on their own until they die. If they remained in the village, they would be ballistic probably all the time and kill many of us. We just call this stage in a Shadea's life 'Ballistic Years.'
Gregory: ...that seems fairly harsh, but I guess I shouldn't be one to judge your race. So... if we want to avoid this ballistic, then what should we do?
Iniru: Well, the best thing to do would probably be to stay far away from her, quiet, and hope that she doesn't see us...
Caynril: Ugh, enough lecturing, Iniru. Let's just get away from her and avoid being clawed to death. Just make sure you stay quie--
Genna: GREGORY! LOOK! THERE'S ANOTHER ONE! HEEELLLOOOOOO!!!! <3
Gregory: GENNA! We have to stay QUIET!!! REMEMBER?!
Genna: BUT GREGORY SHE LOOKS LIKE A NICE OLD INIRU LADY.
Gregory: you're still yelling!!--
RRRRRRRrrRRRRRRrRRrrrrRrrRrRrRRrrrrrrrRR
Fifth Panel
Caynril: OH SHOOOOOT she saw us!! You idiots! I really didn't want to be clawed TWICE in one day!!
Genna: um...she doesn't look to nice up close...
Gregory: Quick question; what is the chance that Ballistics will eat creatures not known to this dimension...?
Iniru: oh hai aunt Nellina.
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