[Uh guys, I know you're having fun and all, but would you mind slowing down for the rest of us so we don't end up reading a lot of 1 on 1 pages later down the road?]

John whistled softly as he explored the carnival a bit, stopping every so often to make small talk with a few of his co-worker, namely to ensure every machine in the carnival was running as it should. Captain Bitey meanwhile had not moved much from his elevated position a top John's head, save to slip the rest of his body underneath John's jacket to enjoy the warmth on this somewhat chilly day. As John walked, he began to sing a song softly under his breath, "I am an arms dealer, fitting you with weapons in the form of wo-o-o-ord~ And don't really ca-a-are which side w-i-i-ins, long as the room keeps singin' thats just the business i'm in~".