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Tock had climbed out of the tree and managed to wash himself off with the same bucket of water he had used to splash the succubus. Lyallee. It was a nice name. Despite the fact that its owner had just tricked him into falling in his own horse dung trap. Clever girl, too.
"Stop it, Tock!", Tock muttered as he clanked himself on the head with the bucket, groaning when he realized that it hurt more than he expected. He let the succubus get to him, see? It wasn't going to happen again, see? He was going to have to come up with a plan. A trick bigger than he had ever planned before, see?
The kitchen. Ha! There's always something you could use from the kitchen, see? Tock smiled and slung the bucket over his shoulder. His club still smelled distinctively equine but he slung that over his belt as well. He adjusted his tunic slightly, checked his hair and horn for any other signs of dung. Luckily, there was none left. Good. That horn was his honor, his emblem, his symbol, his very dignity, see? It would not do to have horse dung on his dignity.
Swinging his club back and forth, Tock made his way to the kitchen. A food fight, maybe. No, but then Tock was bound to get some on him, and this would have to be a clean revenge, see? No splash damage this time, he wasn't that desperate. There would be something elegant about utilizing horse dung again, but on the other hand, Tock realized that idea would be bad. And plus, there probably wasn't horse dung in the kitchen, see? They were trying to make the kitchen all human, so no signs of dung of any origin anywhere in that place. You were probably more likely to find a dragon or something, see?
Tock donned the gamtu, turning invisible. Hopefully, the chef wasn't paying too much attention to things. Maybe he could distract the chef. Ah, yes. Tock clicked his club on the floor. "Oh, wind-up car, come out, come out!" This proved to be difficult, because someone kept moving the damn toy, see, but Tock managed to finally grab hold of one. It appeared next to him. Tock smiled, and tied a golden coin to it. It was so worth the coin. He wound it six times and smirked.
"Showtime."
Tock let the car go. The chef looked up and watched the coin drive by. Greedy little sucker went after it, see? Tock snuck forward as the wind-up car went random directions, driving the chef mad. Fish. That could be useful. Oooh, those pans tend to get very loud. A dragon might be useful for a prank-
Did Tock just see a dragon?
Tock managed to hold back his scream, and raised his club in defense. What in the name of Chun-ha was a dragon doing in the fluffing kitchen? Tock snarled silently, hoping the dragon couldn't see him. Didn't they have enhanced smell or something? Whatever. This looked like a baby dragon, see. Tock could take him.
"Stop it, Tock!", Tock muttered as he clanked himself on the head with the bucket, groaning when he realized that it hurt more than he expected. He let the succubus get to him, see? It wasn't going to happen again, see? He was going to have to come up with a plan. A trick bigger than he had ever planned before, see?
The kitchen. Ha! There's always something you could use from the kitchen, see? Tock smiled and slung the bucket over his shoulder. His club still smelled distinctively equine but he slung that over his belt as well. He adjusted his tunic slightly, checked his hair and horn for any other signs of dung. Luckily, there was none left. Good. That horn was his honor, his emblem, his symbol, his very dignity, see? It would not do to have horse dung on his dignity.
Swinging his club back and forth, Tock made his way to the kitchen. A food fight, maybe. No, but then Tock was bound to get some on him, and this would have to be a clean revenge, see? No splash damage this time, he wasn't that desperate. There would be something elegant about utilizing horse dung again, but on the other hand, Tock realized that idea would be bad. And plus, there probably wasn't horse dung in the kitchen, see? They were trying to make the kitchen all human, so no signs of dung of any origin anywhere in that place. You were probably more likely to find a dragon or something, see?
Tock donned the gamtu, turning invisible. Hopefully, the chef wasn't paying too much attention to things. Maybe he could distract the chef. Ah, yes. Tock clicked his club on the floor. "Oh, wind-up car, come out, come out!" This proved to be difficult, because someone kept moving the damn toy, see, but Tock managed to finally grab hold of one. It appeared next to him. Tock smiled, and tied a golden coin to it. It was so worth the coin. He wound it six times and smirked.
"Showtime."
Tock let the car go. The chef looked up and watched the coin drive by. Greedy little sucker went after it, see? Tock snuck forward as the wind-up car went random directions, driving the chef mad. Fish. That could be useful. Oooh, those pans tend to get very loud. A dragon might be useful for a prank-
Did Tock just see a dragon?
Tock managed to hold back his scream, and raised his club in defense. What in the name of Chun-ha was a dragon doing in the fluffing kitchen? Tock snarled silently, hoping the dragon couldn't see him. Didn't they have enhanced smell or something? Whatever. This looked like a baby dragon, see. Tock could take him.