[He notices the brain bots approaching and his Nightmares look at them curiously, ears perked forward. Pitch frowns though as three more Nightmares appear behind him, just for good measure.]
Sure. Fine. We'll say it's a dress. [He'll humor him as he glances over his shoulder at the sky.
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Sure. Fine. We'll say it's a dress. [He'll humor him as he glances over his shoulder at the sky.
And guess what? He missed the lunar eclipse.]
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