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C-3 looked down at the screaming woman, and the newcomer, before going prone on her bare belly. Propping up on her elbow, the Saboteur extended her tongue; letting slimy drool gather and drip off the semisolid facsimile of the pulpy muscle. Disinterestedly, she was just trying to hit one of them, or both, -- okay, truthfully, she was just aiming for the woman. To be so reasonlessly antagonistic was a weird feeling, in her gooey gut, but, man, you just weren't you without a Snickers, you know?

"[color=chocolate][i]Like a distant thunder, rumble and herald... approaching storms precede the lightning's profane bane...[/i][/color]" C-3 chanted, as a transmutation circle bound to her tongue, and her drool filled with explosives. "[color=chocolate][b][Pop Rocks]![/b][/color]"

Now, her drool was not only slimy, but explosive, too. And, raining down on the twosome below for no real reason. Charlotte was such a bad influence.

Seriously.

[i]This was totally her fault.[/i]

[b][i]Dragon's weren't usually assholes.[/i][/b]

[center][b][i][u]Honest[/u].[/i][/b][/center]
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Attn: [@Suku] & [@The Irish Tree]