It’s always good to show up at party with a bottle of something.
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The grey titers were swarming and chasing Spizz, and things didn’t look good, when Thoos zoomed in on their hoverbike and started hitting grey titters with the bottle. As Thoos hit more and more, Spizz said, “Don’t for one nano-draak-sim think that this means I’m going to abandon my hunt to find and crush you, Audri!” Thoos said, “Mmmm. I always thought your eyes were… um… nevermind.” Spizz said, “What? My eyes were what?” Thoos, exasperated, said, “I always thought they were particularly pretty when you got angry. But, you know me, Spizz. I was never very good at expressing my feelings.” Spizz said, “Well, if you were Thoos, that tracks, but…” And then Spizz interrupted themself and yelled, “No!”
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As the evidence accumulates, Spizz is starting to believe this strange person.
Spizz is still a dummy.
For this kind of party, a bottle of concussion is a nice gift.