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	"[color=c4df9b]Well you SEE, my dear,[/color]" Pickles started with a smile.  "[color=c4df9b]I've got a limited window to see the sights, to ENJOY the splendors of freedom.  To live MY best life![/color]" Laughter erupted from him as he began to slowly twirl around, his neck cranked back at he looked toward the sky in a cyclone of glee.  Then in a sudden, almost mechanical, motion he snapped back and stood straight up, his arms flat against his sides and his smile completely gone.  His eyes drooped as he stared at her.  "[color=c4df9b]So... my proposal... is that you... join me...[/color]" His voice seemed filled with sinister intent despite the fact that the words were innocent enough.

	He suddenly about-faced, turning his back on her and jutted his elbow out.  He was silently beckoning her forward so that the two could lock arms.  "[color=c4df9b]My cute, curvaceously captivating creator of CARNAL chills... my carefully colored CANVAS of carnivorous creatures... my calm and collected colleague, my center of curiosity... could I convince you to caper in CHAOS with a clown?[/color]"  Though she couldn't see it, Pickles' all too familiar smile had returned as he looked outward toward the rest of the compound. There was fun to be had and he would seize the opportunity and relish it for all it was worth.