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When Zoppy finally awoke, she was greeted with the sight of a skeleton sitting on the floor in front of her. His boney form was clothed in tattered rags, not dissimilar to her own, but it was a glint from one of his fingers that quickly caught the drowsy goblin girl’s attention. [color=Green]“Shiny!”[/color] she cried in delight as her sparkling eyes stared intently at the gold ring on the skeleton’s finger. She needed to have it, but what could she sell him (or was it a her?) to get it? Frantically looking around her immediate vicinity, she gave a squeal of joy upon finding a misshapen pebble. Plucking it up, she cupped the small treasure in her hands and held it out to the skeleton. [color=Green]“Wanna gib Zoppy yer shiny fer diz lucky pebble?!”[/color] she asked with an eager, hopeful smile.

The skeleton was utterly motionless as Zoppy smiled up at it expectantly. It was, after all, a normal skeleton, and thus incapable of movement, at least, of its own, nonexistent accord. But then, through the subtle movements of continental drift, the millions of pounding locomotive appendages of marching armies on the far side of the world, the gravitational forces generated by the precise alignment of several dozen celestial bodies, or violent death of a galaxy cluster-sized eldritch horror in another universe at the hands of the Monarch of Mad Science, the smallest of vibrations caused the skeleton’s head to bow forward.

This was, of course, all the affirmation Zoppy required. 

[color=Green]“Dankz!”[/color] she happily told the skeleton, before handing it the pebble and pulling the ring off its finger, which promptly crumbled to dust. [color=Green]“Zoppy’z first shiny!”[/color] the goblin cheered as she hugged the ring, overjoyed beyond measure.

Unfortunately, this was all just a dream. In reality, Zoppy was still sleeping, although by this point, her location had changed to the floor of a different dungeon chamber, one occupied by a brave young hero. Yet, while the hero was too focused on more threatening enemies to bother with a sleeping, malformed goblin, his latest attack on his latest opponent would have greater repercussions for Zoppy than boy or goblin could have foreseen. After ricocheting off the ceiling, the hero’s thrown sword bounced across the chamber floor, before lightly landing on Zoppy’s sleeping form. The impact (such as it was) proved forceful enough to finally awaken the slumbering goblin, who gave voice to a happy squeal upon seeing the wooden weapon.

[color=Green]“Choppy fing!”[/color] she exclaimed, hastily grabbing the sword. Then she noticed the boy. [color=Green]“Hi! Hi!”[/color] she called, giving him a big, toothy smile. [color=Green]“Ya wanna choppy fing?!”[/color] she asked, before noticing the plushie next to her. [color=Green]“Or a lucky bird?! Zoppy’ll gib ‘em ta ya fer some shiniez!”[/color]