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[i]Gonad ceased his squatting and, arms crossed, began walking towards Trixi, intending to stop several yards away. He had apparently forgotten all his stuff. Her advice for him to cover up passed through him like wind through a keyhole. He didn't seem to even register the words. This one clearly operated somewhere beyond the stratosphere. That peculiar sort of person who had their own set of rules and customs entirely apart from the rest of the world, impossible to judge or define by social norms. This man was what long suffering psych techs called a "Deep Space Cowboy".[/i]

[b]"Hrah! Fine be anything with Gonad! Fancy Girl do as Fancy Girl like! Share words we will after battle, for waited has Gonad for such. Then much ale will there be and many mighty tales of fertile Sky Yak! If ready Fancy Girl be, gruh, then [color=9e0b0f]BEGIN!"[/color][/b]