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	Firebrand was lucky, thought Threek.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
				What the hell wa-
Threek got his answer in the form of a giant Squid/frog man fist to the snout, sending him sailing into the distance, as Ozo leaps out of the ground like a whale breaching at mach 1, flying into a wall and again vanishing into the river, before rising to face Firebrand.
	"This Amulet is great! I feel..so alive! I'm made up somewhat of magic, so this amulet just..feels wonderful!" Ozo says, seeming as if he had been hopped up on sugar and coke. He jitters, and wiggles, before opening his mouth and pointing.
	"Hopinhopinhopin!" He'd repeat, and no doubt, for moving things along, Firebrand would hop in.
It was a smooth ride, save for the sudden lurching of Ozo leaping back into the river. After a few seconds, he arrived near Damien, spitting up firebrand.
	"Ok, gotcha, gotcha." He says, smiling, jittering. He had a big goofy smile, and his eyes were clear, rather than cloudy. It was odd, for a being like him.
	"..the hell? This place looks pretty damn diddled!" Ozo declares, looking about. "We should be careful, or we will not be the diddlers, but rather, the diddled!" He adds, the amulet affecting his lingo.