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[b]Bugtanical Gardens?[/b]
[i]"Oh and guys, look the rest of them are down there!"[/i] the moth's child-like voice rumbled, increadibly loud from Moira and Syed's perspective.

"Stop it!" Syed shouted, trying desperately to untangle himself from the net's webbing with little success. He reached out through the fibres, towards the rapidly retreating ground as the moth flew them away. He couldn't see the others. He couldn't see them no no no no NO!

It didn't work. As far as he was concerned, their distraction was a failiure. They had lucked out themselves in that a... using the word child seemed kind of wrong for the moth, but he supposed that was what it was. It didn't seem in a rush to kill them, unlike many of the others. The many others who were now crowding around where he presumed Don and Trixie still were.

If they were killed as a result of this... he wouldn't be able to ever forgive himself. They were their friends, they should be down there, they should be defending them! They still had to find the others! It couldn't... it couldn't end like this!

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Moira was hardly sitting back during this either. She bellowed and shouted, screaming savagely like a trapped animal. However, unlike him she wasn't reaching out to the others. She was far too furious to even start thinking about that.

"LET ME AT YOU YOU FUCKIN' HAIRY PIECE OF SHIT!" she yelled, pulling and biting at the mesh in an attempt to break it. "YOU'RE GONNA BE RUNNING CRYING BACK TO THAT FUCKIN' AUNT OF YOURS!!!"