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Carver was taking the last sip of the drink the detective had given him when he heard someone cry, [color=716cb1]"I'M NOT A BLUEBERRY!"[/color] He spit the drink out of his mouth, spraying the table as he failed to hold back his laughter. A drop or two managed to find its way through his nose and burned his nasal cavity, but he was too drunk to care. He tried in vain to stop giggling as he looked around for the source of the outburst. He eyes rested on the pixie. [color=c4df9b][i]That makes sense. It's blue and can yell. Although that would be some demented blueberry. It's way too bright and glowing and it talks. I wouldn't want to eat that.[/i][/color] Carver called back through his laughing fit. [color=8dc73f]"No, you're not!"[/color]