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	Pickles cocked his head to the side a bit as he regarded the young man.  He then cocked it a little further.  And then, further still until his ear was fully resting on his own shoulder.  His eyes grew wider with each movement.  At this point, there was no proof that he even had lids.
	
	"[color=c4df9b]The skelly boy wants SOME porridge?[/color]"  It was as if the concept of the request totally confused the clown.  Like he was trying to make sense of gibberish in the most dramatic way possible.

	[color=f7976a][i]There's something wrong with these two.  That kid... His eyes[/i][/color], came the familiar voice in the jester's head.  [color=f7976a][i]His fingers... I mean, look at him.[/i][/color]

	"[color=c4df9b]I [i]am[/i],[/color]" Pickles said aloud.  It almost looked as if he was attempting to cock his head even further, like he was trying to achieve a 180 degree turn but struggling with the accomplishment, all the while wearing a menacing grin.  Suddenly, in a liquid motion, Pickles straightened his neck back out, raised a fist, and brought it down like a hammer upon the table.  The resounding boom was enough to demand attention from anyone in the vicinity.  Once the fist landed, it stayed down.  Pickles leaned in toward this new associate slowly, his eyes unchanging from before.  His mouth an unnatural display of poor dental hygiene as the corners of his lips continued to rise, climbing as high as they could as if trying to reach the summit of his cheekbones.

	"[color=c4df9b]My dear boy, you SEEM so hungry.  Like a beautiful undead monkey.  No BANANAS for you, nor your flunky.  He's not your daddy, is HE now?[/color]" As he spoke, his face ever so slightly moved closer and closer to the young mans.  He didn't blink.  Not once.  "[color=c4df9b]Tell me boy, what do THEY call you? Is it you who he's in thrall to?  He DOESN'T move, I must applaud you.  An impressive Skelly.  Tell me how.[/color]
	
	"[color=c4df9b]Is it like reapers with their sickles? If I touch him, does IT tickle? Oh, by the by, you can call me Pickles.  Pickles the Magnificent Clow...[/color]" He was within inches of the young man's own face now as his smile instantly disappeared, morphing instead into a grimace.  At the same time his eyebrows furrowed to an almost unnatural degree.  His teeth clenched together so hard, it was a wonder they didn't crack. "[color=c4df9b]..nnnN[i]NN[b][color=a2d39c]NNN[/color][/b]![/i][/color]" He pushed himself off the table, his frustration doing its part to pump acid and adrenaline through his veins as he looked around for something to break.  Something to take the anger out on.  He looked like an idiot and he would not stand for that one bit.