Accepted.
"Weird." Mort shook his head in disbelief. "Ain't nothing natural about this shit. How old are ya, anyways?"
After a while of walking, one of Mortimer's hops skidded to a halt, and he squinted around the curve of the land. In the distance, three figures were conversing--seemingly, a humped-looking creature, a bush of pinkish hues, and a passable human.
Wondering if he was just hallucinating, the frog-like mutant turned back to Alex. "Uh, d'you see that, kid?"
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Is it too late to join? And if not, can I make a villain whom is trying to stop them, Like one of Vile's henchmen, and another charrie?
Mort nodded, and turned back to the side of the island they'd yet to venture into. He started the heated, parched walk (hop) without waiting for Alex, assuming he wouldn't be offended, and called over his shoulder. "Right, nice. So where you from, and how'd you end up here? --Wait, no, lemme guess, you don't know that either."
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Mort raised an eyebrow. "You think?"
"Toad." He gestured towards himself with a thumb and lowered to his customary crouch. "I was planning on rounding the island before it gets dark, see if there were any nearby islands that weren't deserted and, I mean, chock full of magma. You're welcome to join me."
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Mort sighed. "Damn, okay kid. Maybe we could help each other out, then. What's your name?"
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