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[throughbamboo]

Think anyone'd be jealous, y'know? That guy sounds like he's livin' the life he wants to live.

[holesomelanguage]

Heh... thanks. Feel a lil better- was feelin' real weird 'bout it.

[throughbamboo]

[does he say something about what he's suspects . . .

Nah, not yet. Nudges him with an elbow]

Don't gotta thank me for that. I wouldn't think anythin' yer feelin' is weird.

[holesomelanguage]

These some words o' experience yer sharin'?

[throughbamboo]

'Course they are. Everythin' I say is wise.

[holesomelanguage]

Shit- ya got me there!

Okay, I'm feelin' good. Let's git 'nother goin'!

[throughbamboo]

Heh, then pick out another one and do it.

[holesomelanguage]

[ Picking up the feather and- ]

[ He goes still and just looks deeply confused. ]

... What in tarnation was that.

[throughbamboo]

More aliens?

[holesomelanguage]

So.

What if I told ya I was at a dance party with an Aria I know as the DJ an' I was dancin' up on a billboard with a bullet in mah teeth an' suddenly the sky exploded an' monkeys poured out 'cept they turned inta people as they did an' some modern day ninja I knew came out too.

Think I mighta also seen a friend o' mine in there too, there was a lot goin' on.

[throughbamboo]

What the fuck.

[holesomelanguage]

Brother, yer tellin' me.

[throughbamboo]

It sounded fine 'til ya brought in the monkeys.

Who was the DJ? An' the friend ya saw?

[holesomelanguage]

Friday's sister. An' the friend might o' been Velveteen with Sun Sign, but he looked pretty different.

[throughbamboo]

Huh. Different how?

[holesomelanguage]

Short hair, an' missin' all his dragon-y features.

[throughbamboo]

That is pretty different. Weird . . .

More normal than the monkeys. What was the deal with those? An' the ninja?

[holesomelanguage]

No idea- jus' a bunch o' them poppin' outta the sky an' turnin' back ta human. Seemed like they were happy ta?

... The ninja I knew. Somethin' like a work partner? I was there ta help her out.

[throughbamboo]

Ahh, so it was all good, more or less? Huh.

Here I thought my memories were wild, I ain't got nothin' even close to that. Or cowboys.

[holesomelanguage]

Figure so.

Yeah? What were yers like?

[throughbamboo]

Mmm . . . lot of fightin'. Vision me is part of some kind of gang, too.

[a beat]

He spent 25 years in prison for murdering 18 men.

[holesomelanguage]

--Holy hell. Yer up ta some wild shit too, I'd say.

[throughbamboo]

[ahahahahahahaha.

He huffs a bit]

No kiddin'. S'complicated, but he didn't actually murder 'em, but - still did the time.

[waves a hand]

Forget 'bout that. Gonna keep goin' while it's good?

[holesomelanguage]

Yer tellin' me some other time then, brother. Story fer a story, yeah?

[ Except he's starting to feel a little too into this, nodding at the question. ]

Yeah- there's gotta be more in there ta explain the... space everythin', right?

[throughbamboo]

Hah, I'd be glad to. Did say I'd show ya some, too - the nicer ones.

[that doesn't surprise him, though. He nods]

There's gotta be. Or at least, maybe ya got more cowboy stuff waitin' for ya.