Dacer crossed his arms. [color=8dc73f][i]"Furry..? Is it because I'm covered in fur?"[/i][/color] He pondered briefly, [color=8dc73f]"Come on, Jeff. Face the music. Jenso's down for the count, your muscle-bound-bad-ass over here looks like he just took a trip through the meat grinder, and you? Well, come on, you're [i]you.[/i]"[/color] Both of the cat-man's hands lowered into his pockets. [color=8dc73f]"The gap between us hasn't changed since that tree almost crushed you... Or did it almost crush the villagers? Hell,"[/color] He shrugged, [color=8dc73f]"I don't rightly remember! Maybe I'll ask Ra... Raj.. A..K...k-k-ka.."[/color] Dacer's speech began to stutter, and his voice shrunk to a slur. He backed away. [color=8dc73f]"What. The Hell."[/color] Dacer grasped his head with both hands and closed his eyes. [color=8dc73f]"[b]What. The Hell.[/b]"[/color]

	[sup][color=598527]"Your Ki's running a bit low there, 'lil Dace."[/color][/sup]

	Dacer staggered back as if he'd just been punched in the gut.

	[sup][color=598527]"You are aware that there's a [i]hole in your chest[/i]. Right, sport?"[/color][/sup]

	[color=8dc73f]"What. [b]THE HELL.[/b]"[/color]