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	"[color=c4df9b]A show, MY dear? Let me be clear, while I have you sitting here:  Entertain me, MY sweet, anytime you'd like.  Anytime THE mood so happens to strike.[/color]" Pickles' head cocked to the side as he looked at his new delightful companion.  "[color=c4df9b]Hurry, I bet it's fantastic, and I HOPE it doesn't seem too drastic, but I tend to get a LITTLE SPASTIC! I do believe this is the greatest day, for now I've found TWO people that like to play!  But YOU are far prettier, if I may say...[/color]" His eyes studied hers, as if trying to learn something from her body language. 

	"[color=c4df9b]You've become my NEW fixation, so please end my anticipation.  You show me your TRICK and I will show you ELATION![/color]"  Pickles then took the can of cider, popped it open and brought the metal rim to his blooded lips.  As the drink began to trickle into his mouth, he crushed the can in his hands, forcing the liquid to shotgun out of the mouthpiece and down his throat.  The eruption was poorly contained as much of the liquid rolled down his chin and neck.  Once satisfied, he threw the can over his right shoulder, dismissing its existance and looking back to his new friend, awaiting the show.