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"P, parents? Uhhh. Wait." Slowly Trixie craned her neck, as if to look beyond the strange man as he rose to his feet. Her eyes fixated on the center stage, particularly on the pole jutting out from its end. In fact, a lot of these tables had poles on them. Wow, this has by far been the strangest-looking restaurant she had seen yet. While the seats looked rich and comfy, she decided to give up on trying to understand the place's obsession with poles.

Trixie rubbed her eyes. "Amy told me not to talk to strangers, but I'm going to anyway. Do you have any medicine? I feel woozy. And I - [i]hurk!"[/i] She leaned away, bringing a fist to her mouth as her whole body jerked. She paused briefly before speaking again. "No, wait, better question - have you seen - [i]ohnoi'vegotta hurk!"[/i]

Immediately she darted straight for the nearest table. Once close enough the prankster slammed her hands atop its surface and continued making disconcerting jerking movements, accompanied with [i]"hurk!"[/i]s, each movement more violent than the last.

Then she just stopped and turned back to face Freddie as if nothing happened. Her smile was crooked in all the wrong places. Had it not been for one hand still pressed against the tabletop, surely the dizzied child would have fallen over by then. And possibly puked on herself. Which was [i]way[/i] worse than having asymmetrical hair. "Have you seen my friends?" Her eyes rolled away from the man as she attempted to remember the hardest things ever. "Like - um - like Supersis, Superbro, uhh... Boss and Miss Pretty and... Lu... ... Lucy? Oh, jabberwocky."

Aside from the difficulty with the names of such a large group, Trixie couldn't even remember the last Pride members she was with! Oh, oh no. Oh no. Had she... had she been knocked out and sapped of her memory!? And her friends that she totally had no memory of hidden in radioactive cells with ticking timebombs waiting to explode until she went and saved them!? Just like that one issue of Wonderboy...!

"Hey wait a second... nobody else is even here!" Trixie's free hand slipped to her waist... again forgetting that her belt was totally absent. Along with her buttpocket uzis. Holy nutter butters, they stripped her of her equipment too!? That's outright [i]cheating![/i]

"What'd you do to all my friends and the nice customers that were probably here too!?"