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"speaking", actions, thinking
Juzo was lucky that Shorty couldn't read minds. The fox was kind of sick of this hulking monstrosities personality already, and simply snorted. "Yeah, got it. Frankenstein it is." She said bluntly, before turning her gaze toward a few of the other gathering Darkclanners. At least these guys weren't wimps- and, hey! One guy looked like an easy target for her bullying and all that fun shit! "Don't st-st-stutter so much, I can't underst-st-stand you." She mocked with a roll of her orange eyes. "But, yeah. Thanks for the welcome."
And, lo and behold, another midget came to join the fray!
It was likely that Shortstuff, based on her name, was eons shorter than even Marchingband. Stupid fucking genetics giving her the short end of the stick- pun intended. This nerd decided to throw 20 things her way that left her mouth agape and her... rather off-guard. She slowly closed her mouth before speaking. "... Do I need to sign a contract in my blood, as well?" She drabbled sarcastically, "I'm small as hell and I suck in both of those fields, but I guess I can go with officer. ... Or agent. Whatever the hell crazy O lady over there says."