[h3]Charles Balderdash[/h3]
Propped up on his elbow Charles allowed his eyes to meander to the left whilst Twain spoke.

“Holy shhhhhiiii-shugar nuts that is...rude.” He slumped into elbows. “Like…50 shades of rude. Lackies should be allowed to do a die in peace because it’s uh…their rights as lackies.”

Charles pushed himself back up and continued in a very serious manner but promptly ruined it trying to stifle a giggle.

“ I read the terms and conditions of Lackie-ing. Hell I bloody wrote the damn things!”

The appearance of the bag cut off whatever rant Charles was about to begin and, quickly distracted, he riffled through it too find the crystals. With a small coo and a gasp he pick up one of the crystals in his hand, holding it up to the light for a better look at it. Not that it helped much in his current state.

“Ha….cool rock. I know about this rock and how…uh…rocky it is.”

Furrowing his brow Charles tried to kick his intoxicated mind into gear. It then promptly stalled and farted out a single fact.

 “It’s a Quartz and like, this Roman guy; Plinny, he thought that they were made from…uh…water with corners.” This prompted another flurry of giggles from the man.

“And mate. I will draw the prettiest damn picture that ever did pretty! Dimitri! Teach me how to make a pretty!” He demanded and slammed a fist onto the table.
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[h3]Shannon[/h3]
“But pony eyes smaller.” Shannon muttered, still with her nostrils clamped shut.

With all these not-Monsters and Not-Agents about Shannon was beginning to feel very confused and out of her depth; a lot of the rules of things she knew were being challenged or being simply proved wrong. Shannon wasn’t entirely sure how she should feel about it.

Her jaw had almost hit the floor when Rockin put the disgusting water back, her wide eye gaze never leaving the glowing orb and even stayed fixed onto the hole it had fallen into.

“Rockin Friend, how make smelly water float?” Shannon stumbled over to look into the hole to see the glowing orb but was met only with a horrid stench and equally unpleasant view. “Smelly water no float. Smelly water stay in place.” 

Shannon remembered something and a thought clicked into place.

“Can Rockin Friend make fishies float?” Shannon moved away from the hole and sat down beside Zesiro, with an annoyed grumble. “Fishies float in Bad Place.”

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