*John chuckles.*
John: I have no clue how to get home, but I'll give you a recommendation if it ever get home.
*He sighs, and sits back.*
John: Also thanks for running away, that robot was real close to killing you! I was worried.
*He grins with, and puffs on his cigar.*

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*The creature stumbles into the woods, and keeps cackling his dark language.*
*It finds a safe place in the woods, and pulls out the a crystal spear from his back, then stabs it into the soft earth. It goes about making a circle with his strange crystal spears.*

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*Jillian walks into the room, and frowns at the smell of blood.*
Jillian: Is there trouble?