[i][b][center]Tyrael Marchosias[/center][/b][/i]

Tyrael eyed Meirin suspiciously. Of course Tyrael wouldn't mind taking Lyn to the petting zoo, if she wanted to, however he also wanted to spend some time with her... And not necessarily with everyone else. And while Uicle did say that Tyrael needed to be kinder to the others, that didn't mean he was going to cow to their whims. [b]"There are many magical creatures around the college Lyn could learn about. She should try something new instead, such as the carousel.[/b] Tyrael pointed his hand towards a wooden contraption off in the distance, illuminated by rune lights and bond fires. There were were carved wooden statues of horses, griffons, dragons, chariots, and many other mythical creatures. And despite the college's reputation of magic, the carousel used non aside for lighting: it was a marvel of engineering and manpower.

Soon the puppet show began. It was the tale of an ancient hero of old, traveling to the kingdom where his father wronged the king by slaying one of his sons. The hero offered his sword in service to the king in order to repair the misgivings his father had committed. The king, obviously uncertain of the ability and loyalty of the hero, decides to station him in a great mead hall near the coast. During the day it was a place where his warriors could rest and reveal to their hearts content, but at night a powerful and evil troll would come, killing everyone who slept there. The hero accepted the quest and went to the mead hall, and on the way he learned more about the troll which could come at night. That it had the strength to tear apart a warrior wearing full armor, and that no blade or arrow could even pierce it's hide. That it ate the flesh or mortals but never finished it's meals, leaving the bloody remains behind like the beast it was. For many children in the audience it was suppose to be a scary description, but for some like Tyrael, it sounded like your average wild animal. Perhaps a bear.

The story continued as the hero arrived to the mead hall, where other warriors both greeted him warmly and questioned his ability. One of the warriors was the brother of man the hero's father slew, and had a bone to pick with the hero. The warrior took out his sword and challenged the hero to a duel, but the hero refused: he offered his sword to the king to protect his land and it's vassals, including the very same warrior threatening his life. The hero's honor forced the warrior to back down and give him a warning: that the beast would always show when the moon was at it's highest, and that it would not stop it's slaughter until there were no one left in the mead hall. If he failed, not only would he die, but also anyone else in the hall. The hero remained confident however. He stayed in the hall for the whole day, sharing drinks and tales of his heroism until day became night. Many warriors left the mead hall to return to their homes, but a few stayed behind. Some where scared of the mysterious troll, fearing for their lives. Others didn't believe it and think it's the work of their enemies, not some magical creature. The Hero simply stayed vigilant, waiting for night to come.

And sure enough at midnight, the doors burst open, and out came the troll. The troll was at least three times the size of the other puppets, with a mouth big enough to swallow a man whole. It was about to reach out and grab a warrior when the hero stepped forward. But he had no weapons, nor any armor: he was in fact naked. This brought some laughs from the audience. The naked puppet warrior challenged the troll to single, unarmed combat, and so the two fought. The hero showed an equal amount of strength and endurance as the troll did, before tearing off it's arm and kicking it out of the mead hall. The other warriors, by now awake, was in awe at the hero's victory. Word quickly spread about the hero's victory over the dark troll, and the king soon arrived to make the hero into a knight, where his adventures would continue for some time.

That was the end of the first story which took about thirty minutes to preform. Despite the relative small stage, the puppeteers made due with changeable stages and clever usages of string. Each of the puppets had their own costume and looks, such as the hero's flowing blond hair, the king's shining crown, or the trolls sheer size. All in all a decent show for puppeteers who had no magic to use, and Tyrael gave a customary clap when applause was called for. The next show was about to begin, but Tyrael wanted to take Lyn to the Carousel. Without even waiting to donate the demon stood up to leave.

[hider=Meanwhile, Annabeth, Aramir, and Myrn's dirty, dirty adventure]
[color=a187be]”Don’t worry bout a thing Aramir, just a couple of drinks to get us happy and we’ll be out before you know it!”[/color] Annabeth downed her shot and also felt the rush of alcohol tear through her body. However as a regular drinker, Annabeth was able to keep her lucidly enough to not quite be buzzed, but still feel a bit of a shock in her fingertips. [color=a187be]”Another! I think two, maybe three more and we’ll be good to go.”[/color] Annabeth of course didn’t really consider Aramir’s alcohol tolerance, figuring that a cold drink wouldn’t really affect the snow elf too much.

Aramir raised an eyebrow at the human, as she continued to look at her upside down. “I don’t think I should have more than two. I tend to….not handle my drinks well.” She blushed slightly, as all the other times she had been drunk had ended in Auriel’s bed.  “Regardless. No more than one more. Otherwise we’ll both end up regretting it.”

 [color=a187be]”Whaaaat? This is a celebration! A party! We hunted a roc! We saved the girl! Come on Aramir, don’t you want to be happy?”[/color] Annabeth smiled at her friend, raising the shot glass up for her to take. Still, she supposed that if they’re going to go hunting, they shouldn’t be too drunk. At least Aramir shouldn’t, Annabeth on the other hand wouldn’t mind having a bit of fun while she was out. [color=a187be]”Look, just this one and we’ll go, okay? Hurry up before the ice starts to melt! Else you’ll get a real kick out of it!”[/color] That was a lie of course. This was Forever Ice; it’ll take more than room temperature to make it start melting. It’ll likely freeze the alcohol first before it starts to melt. [color=a187be]”Cheeeers~”[/color]

Aramir chuckled despite herself. “Fine. Maybe two more. We did, after all, save the girl.” She took the shot glass, eyeing it with skepticism. She could barely feel the chill, but she somehow doubted that it would melt as easily as Annabeth claimed it could. “Cheers!” She called out in response to Annabeth, downing her own drink and feeling it burn, this time pleasantly, down throughout her body. Reservations were swept away and she laughed aloud. “One more!” She cheered. 

[color=a187be]”That’s the spirit! Come on come on come one! You heard the lady!”[/color] Soon there was another two shots lined up for Annabeth and Aramir. Annabeth didn’t even wait for her snow elf friend before she downed hers, letting out a satisfied sigh. It was her third one and she was getting pretty close to drunk, but still lucid to know that she could do another, maybe two more. It was strong stuff. [color=a187be]”Another for me! So, Aramir, I have to ask. You’ve been here for sometime. What’s the deal with Auriel?”[/color] 

Annabeth knew next to nothing about her aside that she fools around with the likes of Zaad and other demons. Annabeth sees a lot of demons, or at least did, but she couldn’t understand how someone goes about intentionally provoking them. Annabeth wanted to know if Auriel might have been some sort of demon or vampire herself.

[color=a187be]”And! And! Who do you think would win in a fight? Her, or uh… Uh… Her or Uicle!”[/color] Uicle was just the first name that came to mind.

The Snow Elf reached precariously for her own drink, maintaining her seat on Annabeth’s shoulders by clenching her thighs together long enough for her to grab the shot glass. She downed her own soon after the human downed her own. She leaned over to stare at Annabeth, upside down and practically nose to nose with the human girl. “Auriel is...very bea- Beu- beti- Pretty. Red hot, both in personality and hair. She doesn’t like talking about...where things stand. I’m still waiting on that answer.”

Aramir frowned, considering the question. After a moment she dramatically threw a hand upwards (downwards, from everyone else’s perspectives, as she was still staring upside down at Annabeth.). “Auriel! She’s so pretty that Uicle would be distracted, and she’d figure out a way to beat him. Even though he’s a super strong magic guy and an empty pot.”

Getting her cheeks squished by Aramir’s cheeks Annabeth tried to fathom what Aramir was saying. A mixture of the alcohol and having a hard time hearing because Aramir’s legs were tightly wrapped around her head, Annabeth though Aramir called Auriel “Pretty red hot”. She had to admit Auriel’s hair was very red. Fiery redhead? Annabeth figured she meant that Auriel was very good at using Pyromancy. Sure enough she also said Auriel would win in a fight against Uicle, likely for the same reasons, though Annabeth doesn’t remember who Uicle was aside from “that creepy guy in armor”. 

[color=a187be]”Hue. Aight, I guess you got me there. Uh what else… Hey, you hungry? I could go for some munchies. Something crunchy.”[/color] The image of breaded chicken boiled in oil came into Annabeth’s mind. Aramir’s too, because Annabeth projected the thought into her mind. 

“Sure! How about some chicken?” It didn’t even occur to Aramir that she had never even had that particular food, or even knew where it came from. What did matter was that she wanted some of whatever it was. “Lead on! I’m sure there’s somewhere you know of that we can eat at!” Aramir sat back up and pointed in a random direction, sure Annabeth would guide her to wherever the food was.

[color=a187be]”Alright! The nose knows where to go!”[/color] Though right now Annabeth’s nose smelled alcohol and Aramir’s legs. It smelled cool and sweet. It reminded her of winter treats, and it made her salivate for some. Maybe she’d find some while they looked for chicken.

Standing up from her seat Annabeth turned and pushed her way through the crowd behind her. It was a strange sight, seeing a snow elf mounted on top of a human girl, and yet no one seemed to stop them. Who could, really? Well, a door frame could Annabeth nearly knocked Aramir off when she ran out the door, but was mindful to duck so Aramir didn’t go head-to-head with a door frame.

By this point the feast was already well underway, with demonstrations being shown. But Annabeth wasn’t really interested in going to see the demonstrations. She see’s magic everyday, and she already knew what Satori was going to do. Instead Annabeth wanted to see what sort of festival stalls were at the feast this time. Last year there were games and such she was able to get free prizes from, so hopefully this time they would have a challenge for her. That and chicken. [color=a187be]”Hey Aramir, why do they call them ‘chicken fingers’? I used to raise chickens. They don’t have fingers! They don’t even look like fingers! They’re more like tongues.”[/color]

Aramir ducked as the doorway came up very rapidly, feeling it brush against her braid. Her eyes were really wide with a child like joy as she looked from place to place, from stall to stall. She had never seen so many fanciful items, games, and trinkets. She was taken from her delighted staring by Annabeth’s question. Aramir paused for a moment, processing the question. Then she began to giggle. She tried to stop them but they only grew worse. In between her giggles, as she used Annabeth’s head to keep herself balanced, she tried to reply. “I...I don’t know. I’ve never..Never seen chickens!” Aramir giggled for a few more moments before regaining control of herself. “Where is some so we can eat it?”

Thinking, Annabeth wasn’t sure where they could find some chicken. At a farm obviously, but Annabeth didn’t know where the farm around here was. Maybe they could find some wild chickens? [color=a187be]”Cockatrice! Let’s go find a cockatrice! We find one and we kill and and we cook it!”[/color] That was the plan. Or at least that’s what the plan is now. Putting her hand on Aramir’s thigh so Annabeth had her attention she kept patting her leg so she’d be listening. [color=a187be]”Hey! Hey! Let’s grab our gear and go hunt a cockatrice!”[/color]

Suddenly bolting from the crowd was a yellow flash, and Aramir was gone. She wasn’t far, but she wasn’t within Annabeth’s sight. Instead Aramir was being held against the bosom of a busty elven lass, who could barely contain her excitement. “Oh ho ho ho… You are sooooo cute!” Myrn couldn’t help but squeeze Aramir and play with her ears. Her body was so tiny! She wanted to see Aramir try to struggle, fruitlessly unable to get out of the bigger elf’s grasp. She wanted to play with Aramir and see her try to do things that would require bigger and stronger people to accomplish, like reaching an object from a tall height, or break out of a tightly woven blanket. Myrn also wanted to dress up Aramir in various outfits as if she was a toy doll. [color=fff200]“Oooooh… Maid clothes, frilly dresses, gothic lolita! I’ll dress you up everyday!”[/color]

Aramir’s reflexes were slowed by her drunkenness. She opened her mouth to enthusiastically agree with Annabeth’s plan, slightly distracted by the human’s hand on her thigh, when her attention was caught by a blur of movement coming towards her out of the corner of her eye. The Snow Elf only had time to turn to see what was coming at her and then she was gone, ripped from Annabeth’s grasp and pressed tightly against the well endowed chest of someone who was evidently excited to see her. 

It wasn’t the sudden grabbing, or even the fact that she was being tightly hugged (indeed, under normal circumstances she would have even been enjoying the situation she was in). It was the fact that Myrn was playing with her ears that made her struggle. It was a very pleasant sensation, but it made it hard to think and she was already having difficulties. “Lemme go!” She cried, pushing against her captor in an ineffectual attempt to free herself. “No...oooh, no dressing me up like a...mmm..a doll! I don’t even...ohh, know what a Gothic Lolita is! Lemme go!”

It took Annabeth a good three minutes to figure out what just happened. One moment she was thinking about chicken and arrows, and the next moment Aramir was gone. Initially Annabeth thought nothing of it, figuring that the Snow Elf had simply gotten off her shoulders. But when Annabeth looked around she noticed a lack of snow elves within her vicinity. [color=a187be]”Aramir? Araaaamir! Where’d you go?”[/color] Without thinking Annabeth used her telepathy and tried to pick out Aramir’s thoughts. Big mistake: Not only was Annabeth not in the right mind to concentrate that deeply, she was in the middle of the festival. There were simply too many minds for her to read all at once. Fortunately she stopped before she gave herself a (worse) headache and had to settle for finding Aramir the old fashion way.

[color=a187be]”Hey you! You with the face! Have you seen a snow elf? Little, blue, got elf ears.”[/color] Annabeth asked coarsely towards random festival goers. Normally Annabeth would have been more refined and charismatic, but right now she was drunk. But not only was she drunk, she was also burly; were she a smaller girl no one might have paid any attention to her, but she had more bulk and mass than most of the men. Unfortunately her intimidation wouldn’t mean that they knew where Aramir was at, so Annabeth had to settle with running around screaming for Aramir’s name.

As Annabeth was running around she heard Aramir. She seemed to be struggling against something, and fearing the worse Annabeth ran over to where she thought Aramir was. [color=a187be]”Aramir!”[/color] In an alley way Annabeth saw Aramir being tightly embraced by a blond wood elf. Without hesitation Annabeth ran over and tried to grab Aramir out of the wood elf’s grasp, pulling the snow elf close to Annabeth’s own chest. [color=a187be]”Let go of Aramir, you slattern!”[/color]

[color=fff200]“Oh you’re so small and cute and, uuuugu~”[/color] With barely contained excitement Myrn snuggled and was tempted to just eat Aramir up. Or just nibble her ears. But soon Annabeth arrived, commanding Myrn to let Annabeth go. She tried to take Aramir away from Myrn, but the wood elf wasn’t about to let her go. Myrn hugged Aramir’s tightly, and while she wasn’t quite a match against Annabeth’s brawny body, she easily snaked her arms between the snow elf and the human girl, giving her a better hold on the little elf. [color=fff200]“Who are you!? Aramir is mines, get lost you stupid troglodyte!”[/color]

Thinking quickly, Myrn actually allowed herself to be pulled with Aramir as Annabeth tried to take her away. But while she did so, Myrn kicked her foot behind one of Annabeth’s feet, so she could try to trip her up. However what Myrn didn’t expect when she tried that was for her to fall as well, landing on top of the two, sandwiching Aramir between Myrn and Annabeth.

Aramir’s relief upon hearing Annabeth was quickly turned into even more flustered uncomfortableness when she was merely pulled in two directions. “Annabeth is my friend! Lemme go!” Aramir shouted again, only to let out and ‘oof!’ as she was sandwiched between the two women. The little snow elf thrashed in slight desperation to free herself, blushing furiously, even through her drunkenness. “Lemme go! I can’t breathe!” While not entirely true, she certainly wasn’t getting as much air as she used to, trapped between the two women who seemed content to tug and pull on her like a toy. 

[color=a187be]”Stupid… Twiggy… BITCH!”[/color] Annabeth used her herculean strength to lift both Aramir and Myrn off the ground. However the wood elf had a tight grip on Aramir, so Annabeth answered by switching her grip on Aramir. Instead of trying to hold onto her body, she decided to pull Aramir by her legs, to pull her out from Myrn’s grasp.

[color=fff200]“No! Go away filthy human!”[/color] Myrn quickly found her footing when the brutish woman lifted her off the ground. She held fast onto Aramir, getting a handful of Aramir’s supple chest. She held on tightly, digging her fingers into Aramir’s tunic. Myrn pulled against Annabeth’s strength, but it was a losing battle. Only by bracing her feet and using her full body could Myrn hold on tightly, but she was starting to slip. [color=fff200]“You… Won’t… Take her.. Away!”[/color]

As the two forces struggled with Aramir caught in the middle, Myrn could start feeling herself slip. She dug her fingers deeper and deeper, until she thought she was digging into Aramir’s flesh. But she never got that far, at least no further than her undergarments. Myrn lost her grip on Aramir, but managed to tear off her top, including her bra. Stumbling back Myrn hit the wall and bumped her head hard. “Ow ow ow ow…”

Annabeth stumbled back and landed on the ground, smashing through a crate containing apples. Fortunately she was wearing her armor, so she didn’t hurt herself too bady. [color=a187be]”Ah… Aramir! Are you okay!?”[/color] As Annabeth stood up she noticed she was holding onto some cloth. Or rather, Aramir’s pants. Annabeth had managed to tear the snow elf’s leggings off her body. Slowly, Annabeth turned her head towards her elvish friend. [color=a187be]”... Aramir?”[/color]

Aramir would have enjoyed the sensation of someone gripping her breasts, if not for the fact that she was being tugged in two separate directions. “Let me go!” She shouted again, blue flames licking along her palms. She was beginning to get angry with the whole situation, and it was a fortunate relief when she felt both ends of her being released. Even if they both did come with an ominous ripping and tearing sound. Aramir hit the ground with an ‘Oumph’, the cold, packed down, dirt giving her bare back a slight bruise. 

[i]Wait. Why can I feel it on my...Oh gods.[/i] Aramir shot straight up to her feet, already turning bright red, hands going to cover her chest in the crowded area. “You….You….” Aramir tried to glare daggers at the elf who had accosted her, but merely ended up drunkenly noticing how pretty she was. After a few more choice words she turned to Annabeth. “Can I have my pants. Or a cloak at least. I’m a bit too nude.” She glanced frequently over her shoulder at the Forest Elf, ready to start running if she attempted another hug.

Myrn looked up and immediately forgot about her sore head. [color=fff200]“Ara ara ara ara….”[/color] The little snow elf girl, in her stark glory. Myrn could hardly contain herself. Myrn was ready to just leap and embrace Aramir, but she knew the girl was expecting it. Aramir might make a run for it, making it harder for Myrn to capture her. But as Myrn looked at Aramir she noticed something else: The girl was drunk! Myrn had a twisted smile as she stood up straight. [color=fff200]“Well well well… Let’s not beat around the bush.”[/color] Myrn reached up and pulled her tunic off her shoulders, revealing her bare shoulders. She held her top up with just one arm right above her breast; if she let go of it now it may just fall off. [color=fff200]“Come to me Aramir, you know you want to…”[/color]

[color=a187be]”Aramir! Don’t look at that whore!”[/color] Annabeth ran forward and wrapped her arms around Aramir, covering her body with Annabeth’s own. [color=a187be]”I’ll get you out of here!”[/color] Without another word Annabeth picked up the small snow elf in her protective arms, dashing out of the alley and into the open. The only thing keeping Aramir decent was her pants, which either needed to be used to cover her breast or her underwear. 

Aramir’s scowl at the Forest elf, as the grabby woman tried to say her name, melted away into a wide-eyed, almost helpless, look as Myrn teased her. Aramir didn’t even try to stop imagining Myrn with her top off and hoping the Forest elf would take it off. She had taken a step towards Myrn, a sultry smile on her face , when Annabeth suddenly picked her up and carried her off. Aramir made a vague protesting noise, her pants ignored as she looked up at the human. While still clearly drunk there was a lascivious gleam in her eye. “You’re kissably pretty, you know that?” She declared, a hand going up to trace Annabeth’s cheek and jawline. 

Dashing through the crowd Annabeth couldn’t really pay much attention to Aramir, though she definitely noticed a change in her attitude. She had no idea what brought this up aside from perhaps alcohol, but after recent events Annabeth was depressingly sober. [color=a187be]”Aramir, snap out of it!”[/color] Was all Annabeth could offer. She needed to take Aramir somewhere safe. But where was safe around here? [color=a187be]”Ah! I know! Out of the way everyone, move move move!”[/color] Annabeth shouted at the crowd to part as she ran towards the dormitories. There were hundreds of rooms for Annabeth to stash Aramir in. She could put the snow elf back into her room, and Annabeth can watch over her until she’s dealt with that weird forest elf. Then they can go back to hunting!

Little did Annabeth know however, was that she wasn’t entire unscatched turing their tumble. While her outfit was holding, she was only one knot away from her own wardrobe failure. Annabeth wouldn’t notice, but Aramir may see the exposed knot behind Annabeth’s neck.

“Snap out of what? I’m already completely out of clothes. Well. [i]Almost[/i] out of clothes.” Aramir giggled, her hand trailing down to Annabeth’s neck. She spotted the knot and smiled, giving a wicked giggle. Her hand found the knot and, after a moment of struggling, untied it. “Oops!” Aramir went, giggling again. “Now we’re almost on the same terms! If only there was a private place we could go and make things more even…” She trailed off suggestively, hoping Annabeth would take her advice and the Forest Elf would follow.

[color=a187be]”What are you doing Aramir! Now is not the time for this silliness!”[/color] Annabeth managed to take the snow elf back to her room since it was the only one Annabeth could open quickly. She tossed Aramir onto her bed and was going to get ready to fight off Myrn when disaster struck. As Annabeth turned around to look for her sword her armor fell off her chest. And little did she know, her tunic underneath was cut in such a way that it was flung off with her armor. Suddenly embarrassed Annabeth fell to her knees and covered her now exposed breast. [color=a187be]”Yiaaaa! How did this happen!?”[/color]

Aramir laughed. “This is the perfect time for sillin-ah!” Aramir shouted in surprise as she was suddenly tossed through the air and landing on a bed. She sat up and watched Annabeth fall to her knees. “When we were running through the fair, I undid your knot. It was getting in the way.” Aramir walked towards the human girl, one hand going to trail along the back of Annabeth’s neck. They were almost the same height now, and she walked in front of her drinking partner, hand cupping Annabeth’s neck.. She giggled at Annabeth’s face. “You’re cute when you’re embarrassed.” Her smile grew wider as she looked at the human. “Relax. Forget about the crazy Forest Elf.” With that, Aramir stood up on her tippy toes and kissed Annabeth.

[color=a187be]”Ngggh!”[/color] Annabeth felt Aramir’s fingers run down her her back like a comb. It was oddly soothing. [color=a187be]”No… I have to-”[/color] That’s when Annabeth was face-to-face with Aramir. She looked horny, to put it lightly. [color=a187be]”Aramir, aren’t you worried-”[/color] Once more Annabeth was interrupted, this time by a kiss. Her first kiss. With Aramir. For a moment a rush of emotions went through the girl’s mind. Worry about her friend. Fear, because she was kissing Aramir under the influence. Pleasure, because the snow elf’s lip were soft and smooth, and despite her worries, Annabeth wanted to keep touching Aramir’s lips like this. When Aramir’s lips finally departed, which may have taken anywhere between thirty seconds to three minutes, Annabeth gasped out. [color=a187be]”Aramir…”[/color]

Annabeth’s hands slowly worked their way up Aramir’s bare body. She wanted to take the little snow elf now, but Annabeth also felt that she shouldn’t. She kept having doubts that maybe Aramir wasn’t in control of herself, considering they did get some drinks after all. But then again Aramir also initiated this. Annabeth gulped before embracing Aramir. [color=a187be]”Aramir… Do… Do you really want to do this with me? Because if this continues… I won’t stop myself…”[/color]

[color=fff200]“It certainly won’t stop me.”[/color] Annabeth’s door was suddenly sundered as Myrn entered the room, her Dar’missan in hand. Lust filled her eyes, but she stabbed her sword into the floor next to the door. She wasted no time stripping off her top and was ready to do the same for her skirt. [color=fff200]“I have no quarrel with you, human. Just let me have Aramir and I promise that you’ll have your fun too.”[/color]

Aramir shivered with desire as she felt Annabeth’s hands working their way up her body. Her tongue played across her lips, trying to keep the feeling of Annabeth’s lips on her own a little longer. A brief look of confusion crossed her face at Annabeth’s words. Why wouldn’t she? “Of course.” She whispered, leaning closer to Annabeth. That was when the door suddenly opened and the elf that had been chasing her charged in, slamming her impressive blade into the ground. Aramir jumped at the loud sound, but that brief shot of fear turned into a smile as she saw the lust in Myrn’s eyes and the Forest Elf stripping already. “Who says we all can’t have fun together?” She purred, looking at the two of them.

Annabeth reached out and pulled Aramir close to her naked body protectively. She wasn’t about to trust this crazy forest elf, especially not after she just broke her door. However at this point Annabeth’s natural desires overtook her conventional caution, and she gave the forest elf a lustful look. [color=a187be]”No need to be greedy, we can all share. Come on...”[/color]
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