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[h3][color=f7941d]~Avery Grant~[/color][/h3]

Avery shot his head back and greedily devoured all of the air that he could. His poor Lungs were begging for more of the stuff, but the little oxygen-addicts would surely explode if he took in any more. And that didn’t sound fun. He liked Lungs. Especially the left one. Right was cool, but Left was the real workhorse.

[color=f49ac2]"I can help you get the webbing out of your hair, too? It's not really too hard, actually... but Spinarak webbing is kind of like glue, and if you don't get it out right, you might have to cut it out."[/color]

Cut?

Cut what?

His hair?

Avery touched his head. There was web alright. His hand continued moving up, and more and more of the webbing encased his hand. And it didn’t seem to want to get off. How would he ever get it all off? Fire? That might work. All he would have to do is roll around in a firepit for a little bit...but...but then he’d be all charred. And so would his hair. It would probably burn up, leaving him bald and defenseless against the sun. Which wasn’t cool. Sunburns were bad enough on his arms and whatnot. The jolt when they were touched was the stuff of nightmares. To have one on his head...how would he sleep?! Everytime he put his head against the pillow, he would be shocked with pain. So he couldn’t sleep. And if he couldn’t sleep, how would he have enough energy to do the important stuff, like lounging or napping?! And if he couldn’t do those, eventually he would die. And worst of all…

He would die bald.

No.

Avery nodded to Melody.

[color=f7941d]“I don’t wanna be bald. Please and thank you.”[/color]

Good. Melody had just said something about being a hair master or something. Why, she had probably tamed every follicle from Sinnoh to New Bark. If anyone could dominate the unruly riot-starting hair web, it would be her.

[color=662d91]"So, where did we decide we were going? I still think Blackthorn would be best."[/color]

Avery thought for a moment, still trying to defend his scalp against the invading silky menace.

[color=f7941d]“Elm said Blackthorn, right? He always gives some good advice. I say we follow it.”[/color]

He spoke up, loud enough for the group, but not really directed to anybody. All of his attention was on the vile enemy. Or at least it had been. Then out of nowhere…

[color=ed1c24]"Whoa, I leave for a while and when I come back all hell has broken loose. What happened?"[/color]

It was the musicman! He was back? Avery had thought for sure he had settled on the peaceful New Bark life...but he couldn’t blame the guy for having second thoughts. The call of the wild is a tempting mistress. When she beckons, one obeys.

What Avery had not recalled, was that there really was no farewells or splitting of the group in a dramatic fashion. They had gathered at the town’s edge, then left. Apparently without the guy. Whoever was keeping the head check should be fired and bludgeoned with improvised weapons.

...was it Avery?

IN ANY CASE, the webman was absolutely thrilled to see the singer. Now he could have music whenever he wanted. Poor Jackson, having just returned to the group, had been selected as an idiot’s personal jukebox. One which Avery would try to take advantage of as soon as possible.

But for now?

WEBBING.

Brain crept up behind InnerAvery and whispered in his ear, [i]‘Go forth, my child. Roll in the grass. Give into your inner hooligan. It is the only way to true freedom. BEGONE YE SHACKLES OF GOOEY OPPRESSION! THERE CAN BE ONLY FUN!’[/i]

And who was Avery to deny Brain? After all, Brain was a pretty stand-up organ. And he almost would have, but as he was heading to his designated wallowing pit, he saw a different set of organs.

Seeing organs.

Pissed-off seeing organs.

MANY pissed-off seeing organs.

Nope.

He might be an idiot, but he wasn’t an [b][u]idiot[/u][/b].

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