Fantasy Dons Pan-Dimensional Diner [reboot]

[MrMopp]

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It was about Five O' clock now. Most of the dog-men had left by now or else had been driven out the door with a broom (or in Rattlers case, poofed into bunny for humping Dons leg), and now the Diner was a buzz with varying colors of customers.

Some guru in a turban was levitating placidly over table 1 in a backwards crisscross.

A killer robot in the corner was trying to seduce Dons juke box with bad robo poetry.

A party of knee-high lizard people had claimed the fireplace for their tribe and were defending it with sheesh-kebab skewers.

A group of Cat people and remaining Dog people were setting aside their differences to negotiate basking rights with the lizards

Some Were-bear-wolf chick and a Cyborg Space Trucker were locked in an intense arm wrestling match at table 7 They were initially keeping their natures secret In order to cheat, but now things were escalating. Her arm was getting bigger an hairier, and his was beginning to throw sparks.

("Heh. Holding out on me, were you?")

("Tch! yeah right. You're the the one to... woah... uh, dude...")

("Good golly, lady! Is that even healthy?")

("Dude! Your sleeves on fire!")

("What? Awww, Geez! Somebody douse me.")

Meanwhile, Don was behind the bar, struggling to keep some semblance of order with only so many eyes and arms. With his waitress still absent, he was left running up and down the counter like an overworked machine, dishing out orders, cleaning messes, halting fights, insulting customers, answering inane phone calls, and being THIS close losing it. He had lost track of how many people he had poofed so far or how many of them actually deserved it. He'd head butted at least three. They DEFINITELY deserved it. And between the trench he was digging with his own feet and sound of Boomer in the kitchen putting holes in donuts with his Smith & Wesson, Don felt like he was in a war zone.

The old phone rang. Don swiped it from the wall and greeted the caller with a "What."

"Hi Donny!" Chirped a familiar, obnoxiously cheery voice on the other side. "Guess who-oooooo?"


Ah, the prodigal waitress herself.


"Yahlie, Where the hell are you?!" Barked Don. "I've had customers coming out of my derrière since morning!"

There was a momentary pause on the other end. ".... Don keep customers in milk jug?" Yahlie asked hesitantly.

Dons squinted. What? Where did did that ditsy little cave-lady pull that fr- oh. "Yahlie." He said flatly. "Derrière has nothing to do with dairy."

"Oooooooooh.... ok." She still didn't get it.

"It means my @$$."

"... Ow. Take pill maybe?"

Don wasn't in the mood for cute (and/or stupid). So he got right to the point. "Yahlie," he growled. "why aren't you here and why the #@&$ didn't you call in!"

"Hey. Wash mouth."

(Well, Im still not 100% satisfied, but that's as good as its going to get for now.)

(Yahlie is another old recycled character of mine. She's got a lot more to her than I could show off in her short dialogue here (Don on the other hand is quite shallow.), but to erase some confusion, there no typos in her lines. She just doesn't speak english very well.)

 

[Sara Sidereal]

Vagabond Spectre
Dosey's own snoring wakes her up. She had rolled over on to her back at some point, and had turned in to a buzzsaw.

"Oh, my head... where am I now?" she asked no one in particular. A strange, lavish bedroom. The bed was massive, compared to her at least. So massive, in fact, that she failed to notice the little girl and the bear on the other side.

She pulled the covers aside and hopped down, little hooves clip-clopping on the floor. She stopped and leaned against the bed to gain her balance and clear her head. She was still a little woozy on account of all the MASSIVE BLUNT FORCE TRAUMA TO HER SKULL. "Ugh... I need an oat smoothie," she whined.

 

[Vagabond Spectre]

"Anett" woke up beautifully after taking a long delightful sleep. Her glossy gelatin hair stayed the same way. In fact nothing in her body changed shape. Slowly lifting herself upward she rubbed her eyes as it gained more and more clear vision. She missed the pony's eye catching appearance for she is wondering how she ended up in such a strange bedroom.

She picked her gifted bear up and moved across the bed. "Anett" noticed that the same pony creature from yesterday was in the room with her. "Anett" brushed her only pink dress gown and stared at the pony for a minute. She made a rather confused look than a friendly one. Sara Sidereal

 

[fuil]

Tod walked into the dinner covered in ash and grumbling in a low voice. "Dang heroes, just fixed that wall." He sat on a stool and asked. "Can I get a whiskey." He then pulled out a very large thorn from his side and placed it on the counter.
MrMopp

 

[Raku]

Mariq Xen'iith
Mariq entered the diner. He looked the same as he did when he came in yesterday, but this time his fur was stained with more blood. The white areas of his fur were tainted with red streaks. The blood was not his, but his enemies. His shorts were in similar condition, bloodied. He looked at his knife as he went to put it down. Dried blood glistened in the light. It was a successful attack, Solaira won the battle. Mariq then turned to the chaos that was the diner. It was worse than yesterday! Much louder too. The only words that could escape his muzzle were "By the gods...". He shook his head slightly as he walked to the bar. Sitting on a stool, he could now see how busy it was for Don. Mariq could hear loud noises emanating from what he could assume was the kitchen. All of these noises were getting to him as he put his head into his hands. It was only stacking onto how tired he was from leading that attack. "I see your busy" Mariq said, struggling to make his words loud enough so Don could hear him.
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MrMopp

 

[Midnightchan123]

*with a soft pop Kia appears inside by the door, her eyes glance around as there is a small bag in her hand and a violin case in the other, she looked haggard and exhausted as she slumps into a chair by the door*

 

[MrMopp]

Tod walked into the dinner covered in ash and grumbling in a low voice. "Dang heroes, just fixed that wall." He sat on a stool and asked. "Can I get a whiskey." He then pulled out a very large thorn from his side and placed it on the counter.
MrMopp

Well I gues there are a few a tasks a bartender can perform while on the phone. Like distractedly fumbling through the cabnet for a bottle of whisky then giving it to the wrong customer.

"I see your busy"

Or flipping the bird to the peanut gallery.

Anyway, his phone conversation went on.

"Yeah? Well &$@%, $#&%, &%#@* and all the other filthy fouls, cause I'm PISSED!... ugh! Aright, look I'm sorry, but DAMMIT I'm tired of you popping of the radar when I need you!.... figure of speech, Yahlie. Just get your tail down here wouldja...? Why's that...? Woah, woah, woah, who...? You're tell'n me you're in the PSYCH WARD?! Geez chick! Move'n up in the world... Mm-hm... heh-heh, I'll bet...Yeah, sounds like you made your own bed, Princess. But I need to spring you anyway...Yeah, don't be too gratefull. I'm putting ya back when I'm done with you... yeah, well consider it karma. Aright, hang tight."

Don hung up the phone and turned to the crowd in the diner "HEY, ANY' YOU BUMS WANNA MAKE YOUR WHILES WORTH? I GOT A WAITRESS IN THE LOONY BIN WHO NEEDS A STAND IN FOR A FEW HOURS! PREFERABLY A PSYCHIC OR A HIGH GRADE ILLUSIONIST! (Or someone who doesn't mind having their body altered for an extended time period)."

(I don't expect any of you're characters to raise their hand here, but I thought it would be fair to leave the offer open before having an NPC from the crowd do it. Besides I couldn't vouch that it would be very interesting.)

 

[Sara Sidereal]

MrMopp Vagabond Spectre
The smol pink pon failed to notice her roommate, and did the only thing she could think of: walk down the stairs and see where she was. Obviously, she pretty quickly got her memory jogged when she saw the diner, and groaned. She had kinda been hoping it had all been a nightmare.

As she picked her way carefully down the stairs, she heard Don asking for help. Nopony can refuse somebody in need! Making her way over to the bar, she said, "Excuse me sir, do you need some help? I could maybe do it, possibly?" She couldn't remember Don's name. Also, only the tops of her ears and mane are visible above the bar, and her soft voice doesn't carry very well.

 

[Vagabond Spectre]

"Anett" decided to follow the pony without second thoughts. Grabbing the stuff bear as she moved out of the room. It's not like she has anything better to do in the room anyway. The glossy amoeba has slept well but doesn't seem to show it. She kept a blank face on her to the main diner. Not knowing what to do next she kept moving around the diner's floor repeating several laps in a small area of the diner.

 

[Calcifus]

While Don was busy yelling, a certain Novakid walked in through the door. Ward had tried to bring Shinju with him this time, but the Hylotl was just too uptight for such an establishment. Maybe that was a good thing, given the state of the diner.

"Howdy, every-woah!" He couldn't help but exclaim. Yesterday's rodeo seemed sluggish compared to this. Ward actually felt glad that Shinju declined, now. Heck, he probably would've done the same thing, if he hadn't been here already.

Amidst the chaos, he noticed the fenerox-like fellow. What was his name again, Mariq? Yeah, Mariq sounded about right.

"Nice seeing you again, partner!", Ward shouted towards Mariq. Whether he heard him or not, Ward headed towards the bar itself. From the looks of it, Don was in need of assistance.

"If y'really need help that badly, I'd be happy to assist, partner." He said to the bartender. Granted, he didn't actually know what kind of help Don needed, but it was better than just letting the chaos get even more out of hand. Seemed he wasn't the only one willing to do something, either. Was that pony trying to atone for all the ruckus they caused yesterday? Ward couldn't help but look at her quizzically, though his lack of a face made it hard to tell.

MrMopp Raku Sara Sidereal

 

[GrieveWriter]

A disgusting sucking sound came from right outside before the horrifying visage of Mr. Knucklebones pushed his way inside with Edmund still floating right behind him, more angry numbers were spat out by the flying eyeball. The Finger-fleshed monstrosity paid no mind to that, instead gesturing to someone outside "Here we go ol' chap, I'm telling you they have quite a selection of drinks one such as yourself should be able to appreciate."

What stepped through the door behind him could only be described as a skeleton covered in thick writhing fungus whose arms were bound to his sides by ancient looking chains. Sprouting from the back of the fungai covered skull were several pale tentacles which shifted occasionally like hair being gently blown in the breeze. In his eye sockets were two glowing white orbs which passed over the inside of the diner before shifting to Knucks.

"This establishment does not seem to coaling with The Restrained's certain dispositions." the Skeleton stated in what must have been the most bland and monotone voice in existence.

Knucks glanced around for a moment "Pfft, no. Trust me, I'm sure you'll get along fine here old bean."

The Skeleton took another cursory glance before reaffirming "Old One, The Restrained foresees a disproportionate amount of unsatisfied individuals being the likely result of The Restrained's presence. The Restrained feels as though their appearance provides distaste amongst the patrons of this establishment."

"What? That's crazy talk!" Knucks insisted before spinning towards a nearby cat-person and pointing at her "We ain't distasteful or nothing, are we Madame?"

He snapped his fingers as he did so, and suddenly all the fingers on his body began snapping as well. The sight was enough to force the patron to clamp a hand over her mouth and charge past him out the front door. The Restrained and Edmund both turned to Knucks, who merely held his pose as the sounds of vomiting came from outside.

Once it began dying down, the Skeleton levitated off his fungai covered feet for a moment before hovering towards the door "The Restrained shall wait for you to finish with your activities."

Once he floated out, Edmund floated towards Knucks "3352 28839 12 133 1892 90183?"

"No Edmund," Knucks said as he lowered his arms and straightened his outfit "we are not going to leave just because Strainer wants to be mopey. Guess we'll simply have to enjoy this without him."

He turned back to survey the diner, eyeholes turning from the owner to the Arm-Wrestling match and even to Annett, who seemed caught in the midst of some overpowering desire for exercise, before he smirked at Emdund "See, Eddy my boy? There's loads of stuff to get engrossed in!"

"42194 1874 19002 3980 23 0973498!!!"

"Come now." Knucks cooed before reaching over with one hand, several fingers grew fromhis palm and grabbed hold off the floating eye "I'm sure a good drink or two should liven you up plenty."

"92701?!?" Edmund continued spouting "26237 38881! 9927!"

"Excellent!" Knucks chittered before moseying on over to the bar with a slight hum.

 

[Raku]

Mariq Xen'iith
Mariq lifted his head as he heard Don shout, asking for some help. He might help, but he appears to have one volunteer already. Before he could put his head back into his hands in rest, he heard another familiar voice. It was Ward, the strange glowing being from yesterday. Mariq didn't understand what he meant by partner, but he could ultimately assume it was a greeting. After Ward had arrived and finished talking, Mariq could return a greeting. "Aye, the same to you" he said, yet again struggling to raise his voice loud enough. He then turned towards Don. "I believe I have enough energy to assist in any way, as long as the blood is no matter" he said. Mariq was unsure if he spoke loud enough for Don to hear, but he was just going to assume he did. Mariq's attention then turned to the amalgamate of fingers and hands as they moved towards the bar. People were clearly disgusted by him as Mariq could faintly hear the sound of people hurling outside. They seemed familiar. Mariq waved as he could not project his voice loud enough at the moment to say hi.
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Calcifus MrMopp Sara Sidereal GrieveWriter

 

[fuil]

Tod looked up to see Don give his drink to a different customer who resembles a dark blue sumo wrestler. He sighed and reached over and grabbed the bottle from thr now confused fat blue guy. "You could send Marry." He snapped his finger and there was the sound of a mirror shattering and after a few seconds a woman walked out of nowhere. "Hiya boss whach ya need." The peppy voice asked. The owner of the voic just so happened to be a six foot tall pale skined woman in jeans, a black t-shirt, and boots who'd be pretty if there wasn't shards of glass jutting out of her bod. "Mary here can make herself look like anyone or anything." Tod said as he opened his bottle and took a swig. "She's a mirror demon."

 

[MrMopp]

MrMopp Vagabond Spectre
The smol pink pon failed to notice her roommate, and did the only thing she could think of: walk down the stairs and see where she was. Obviously, she pretty quickly got her memory jogged when she saw the diner, and groaned. She had kinda been hoping it had all been a nightmare.

As she picked her way carefully down the stairs, she heard Don asking for help. Nopony can refuse somebody in need! Making her way over to the bar, she said, "Excuse me sir, do you need some help? I could maybe do it, possibly?" She couldn't remember Don's name. Also, only the tops of her ears and mane are visible above the bar, and her soft voice doesn't carry very well.

Whup. Pony was up.

Don looked down at the offering pair ears and his grouchy countenance softened a few tics. "Ehhhhh that's a kind offer, sweet heart." He said delicately. "But this is sort of a two-legger job." Truthfully, Dons powers of transformation would have made Doseys pedality an insignificant issue. But the poor kid had been through alot already (kid? foal?) and turning her into a humanoid and then sticking her in an funny farm on another strange world seemed like the WORST thing he could to her.

"If y'really need help that badly, I'd be happy to assist, partner." He said to the bartender. Granted, he didn't actually know what kind of help Don needed, but it was better than just letting the chaos get even more out of hand. Seemed he wasn't the only one willing to do something, either. Was that pony trying to atone for all the ruckus they caused yesterday? Ward couldn't help but look at her quizzically, though his lack of a face made it hard to tell.

MrMopp Raku Sara Sidereal

He then turned towards Don. "I believe I have enough energy to assist in any way, as long as the blood is no matter" he said. Mariq was unsure if he spoke loud enough for Don to hear, but he was just going to assume he did.

Don looked from the Cowboy to the Prince uncertainly. "Well, are either of you boy's illusionists? Cause What Im looking for is a body double to switch places with my waitress in her hospital room. Meaning, you gotta look like her. I mean, I could loan you a familiar of mine who could tweak the staffs brains a bit, keep them from noticing little inconsitancies. But ultimately, if you cant disguise yourself by your own power... well, we'd have to do it by mine." Don tilted his head forward and raised an eyebrow pointedly. "Meaning you'd literally end up being a girl."

Tod looked up to see Don give his drink to a different customer who resembles a dark blue sumo wrestler. He sighed and reached over and grabbed the bottle from thr now confused fat blue guy. "You could send Marry." He snapped his finger and there was the sound of a mirror shattering and after a few seconds a woman walked out of nowhere. "Hiya boss whach ya need." The peppy voice asked. The owner of the voic just so happened to be a six foot tall pale skined woman in jeans, a black t-shirt, and boots who'd be pretty if there wasn't shards of glass jutting out of her bod. "Mary here can make herself look like anyone or anything." Tod said as he opened his bottle and took a swig. "She's a mirror demon."

Don scratched his chin. "... Aright Mary, can you demonstrate?"

 

[Vagabond Spectre]

"Anett" noticed that everyone she met has been gathering in some kind of important meeting. She thought there was some kind of entertaining presentation/show. She stopped at her 34th lap and moved her self towards the group witout making another noise.

 

[Sara Sidereal]

"B-but I can do things too!" Dosey insisted. "I wanna help!"

She walked over to a random table and butt-bumped it, launching several plates and a glass in to the air, without rotating them. The plates landed in a perfect line on her back. She caught the glass on her nose, and balanced it there as she walked back over to the bar. She bucked as though throwing a rider off, and repeated what she had just done in reverse: the plates landing in a line on the bar, followed by the glass.

She stood up and put her little hooves on the bar, grinning at Don like she thought she had just cured cancer or something. Huge, sparkling pony eyes. Impossible to resist. Totally.

 

[Vagabond Spectre]

In only a few seconds of the pony's actions "Anett" has caught the idea of what this gathering is all about. Raising her small left hand towards the group she kept raising it without making any sound. One will fail to see her hand raise due to her small size.

 

[fuil]

Tod looked over to Mary and nodded. "Sure thing." As she said this her body began to change. The glass shards got sucked into her body and she got shorter and shorter, and squishyer looking until she was an exact copy of Anett, even her clothes looked the same. "How this Mr.Don." She said with a smile as she looked up at Don. "Or if you prefer I could turn into you."
MrMopp

 

[GrieveWriter]

Old Man Knucks was in the midst of holding Edmund down while he prepared to pour a healthy amount of alcohol in the writhing eye's frantic maw. He was, however, distracted once he heard Don issue forth his particular request to several patrons.

Glancing towards him, he released the flying from his clutches and strolled over. Flying behind him, Edmund shouted out some quite indignant numbers.

"Ah, if you seek a solution to your conflict, simply make a deal with me and it shall be corrected." Knucks offered with a bow and a tip of his hat "I grant wishes you see. If you wish for your employee to be brought before you with a clone taking her place, or even for her transgressions to be forgotten by her captors, then I can make it so."

"103? 276784 N283!"

"Be quiet, Edmund." Knucks whispered to him before folding his arms and turning back to the Owner "Honestly, doesn't this sound like much less hassle than sending some disguised patron there to take the young lady's place?"

MrMopp

 

[Vagabond Spectre]

"Anett's" huge buggy eyes widened as she watched the woman entity transform into a familiar figure. She shape shifted as herself "Anett". Without second thoughts she rushed herself towards the carbon copy and began touching their gooey hair. The hair was authentically squishy just like hers. She is also transparent with the Amoeba nucleus and everything. The outfit was also the same thing. Made from the same anti radiation dress material. She moved back abut a step and analyzed them correctly. fuil

 

[fuil]

Tod smiled as he watched Anett check out her clone. "Anett this is Mary, Mary Anett." He motioned from on to the other with his hand befor taking a swig of his drink. "So little one how are you today." Tod asked as he was about to take another swig only to find his whiskey gone. After a frantic look around he saw it in the hand of the currently transformed Mary, now empty. Tod just shook his head and looked back towards Anett.

 

[Calcifus]

Don looked from the Cowboy to the Prince uncertainly. "Well, are either of you boy's illusionists? Cause What Im looking for is a body double to switch places with my waitress in her hospital room. Meaning, you gotta look like her. I mean, I could loan you a familiar of mine who could tweak the staffs brains a bit, keep them from noticing little inconsitancies. But ultimately, if you cant disguise yourself by your own power... well, we'd have to do it by mine." Don tilted his head forward and raised an eyebrow pointedly. "Meaning you'd literally end up being a girl."

Ward's brand gave a quick hum not unlike a nervous laugh. Well, he certainly hadn't been expecting something like that. "Eh, can't say I'm one o' them illusionists. It'd be pretty much impossible for one o' my kind to disguise as one o' you fleshies, anyway. I'd still be glad to help, though!"

He wouldn't admit it openly, but Ward was pretty intrigued. Could Don actually do something like that? It seemed impossible. But then again, the destruction of Earth seemed impossible, too, long ago...

Well, whatever the case, Ward certainly didn't look like he minded being turned into a human for a bit.

MrMopp

 

[Vagabond Spectre]

Tod smiled as he watched Anett check out her clone. "Anett this is Mary, Mary Anett." He motioned from on to the other with his hand befor taking a swig of his drink. "So little one how are you today." Tod asked as he was about to take another swig only to find his whiskey gone. After a frantic look around he saw it in the hand of the currently transformed Mary, now empty. Tod just shook his head and looked back towards Anett.

Taking another look at the entity named Mary she waved hello. After doing the action she turned herself to Tod. Tossing her stuffed bear in mid air with glee she waited for it to come down. She catches it with her small arms and began hugging it tightly. If the stuff animal was replaced by a human they would choke to death right now. It didn't seem to answer Tod's question directly but she appears to be very happy.

 

[Raku]

Mariq Xen'iith
Mariq couldn't help but chuckle at what Don had said. An illusionist? Magicians were looked down upon in Solaira, but that didn't mean there weren't any. Mariq was clearly not a fan of magic, let alone body altering magic. He was about to say something before another being had entered the conversation. She was announced as Mary, a mirror demon. Instinctively, Mariq's guard was raised at the sound of "demon", but it was lowered as they seemed to have no ill intent. As their display finished Mariq was a little impressed by Mary's abilities. He let out a sigh. "I guess you got enough volunteers now. I don't believe I'll be up for you turning me into a female, but if you need more help I suppose my assistance will be given" he said, basically meaning he'll help if it is needed.
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MrMopp

 

[MrMopp]

"B-but I can do things too!" Dosey insisted. "I wanna help!"

She walked over to a random table and butt-bumped it, launching several plates and a glass in to the air, without rotating them. The plates landed in a perfect line on her back. She caught the glass on her nose, and balanced it there as she walked back over to the bar. She bucked as though throwing a rider off, and repeated what she had just done in reverse: the plates landing in a line on the bar, followed by the glass.

She stood up and put her little hooves on the bar, grinning at Don like she thought she had just cured cancer or something. Huge, sparkling pony eyes. Impossible to resist. Totally.

... That was impressive. " OK. you can do things." He admitted. " but ya miss'n the point, hon..."

( he never got to that point before he had to answer someone else)

Tod looked over to Mary and nodded. "Sure thing." As she said this her body began to change. The glass shards got sucked into her body and she got shorter and shorter, and squishyer looking until she was an exact copy of Anett, even her clothes looked the same. "How this Mr.Don." She said with a smile as she looked up at Don. "Or if you prefer I could turn into you."
MrMopp

As fabulous as Don knew he was, there were a few Hollywood actresses who direly needed to be seen in Daisy Duke shorts. But before he could request one...

Old Man Knucks was in the midst of holding Edmund down while he prepared to pour a healthy amount of alcohol in the writhing eye's frantic maw. He was, however, distracted once he heard Don issue forth his particular request to several patrons.

Glancing towards him, he released the flying from his clutches and strolled over. Flying behind him, Edmund shouted out some quite indignant numbers.

"Ah, if you seek a solution to your conflict, simply make a deal with me and it shall be corrected." Knucks offered with a bow and a tip of his hat "I grant wishes you see. If you wish for your employee to be brought before you with a clone taking her place, or even for her transgressions to be forgotten by her captors, then I can make it so."

"103? 276784 N283!"

"Be quiet, Edmund." Knucks whispered to him before folding his arms and turning back to the Owner "Honestly, doesn't this sound like much less hassle than sending some disguised patron there to take the young lady's place?"

MrMopp

Don looked at Knucks, his eyes narrowed in searing distrust. Deal making? Painting a "rational?" path? Offering an escape from the law of consequence? Tch! Demons like this guy we're a a dime-a-dozen. All he need was a pinstriped shirt and a Harold Hill suitcase case. "Yeah, cause I was born yesterday." Don scoffed lke he was insulted. "GO TO HELL."

Ward's brand gave a quick hum not unlike a nervous laugh. Well, he certainly hadn't been expecting something like that. "Eh, can't say I'm one o' them illusionists. It'd be pretty much impossible for one o' my kind to disguise as one o' you fleshies, anyway. I'd still be glad to help, though!"

He wouldn't admit it openly, but Ward was pretty intrigued. Could Don actually do something like that? It seemed impossible. But then again, the destruction of Earth seemed impossible, too, long ago...

Well, whatever the case, Ward certainly didn't look like he minded being turned into a human for a bit.

MrMopp

Don frowned questioningly. "Gender bend not withstanding? " He asked. He thought that would've been the dealbreaker for a cowboy. (Frankly, that sort of thing was kinda awkward for Don.)

"I guess you got enough volunteers now. I don't believe I'll be up for you turning me into a female, but if you need more help I suppose my assistance will be given"

See, that's more like what he was expecting.

(Giving time for a few responses, and then I'll have Don move on.