> Mituna: Dance
[You dance to the tune of International Love by Mr. 305 himself]
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"Sal figure this might happen. Ghosts Now picking on the living & Just witnessed @TRANSIENTANTICS get humiliated. So It's time for karma to bite @twiceAdmonished. So Sal shook up a Winter Spiced Cranberry unnoticed, ready to fire,& offers it to Captor."
๐๐งฌ๐:Free drink Captor?
[Oh. She really didn't like that deink, huh.]
[> Mituna: do not laugh at the HILARIOUS face she is making]
[You fail miserably and end up pointing and laughing at the poor girl]
[ This guy must think heโs checkmated you. Youโll teach him a thing or two. ]
[ > Noachi: Take this up a notch. ]
[ You crack open a cold Winter Spiced Cranberry. This shit is about to go down. ]
[ > Noachi: Sip it. ]
Noachi: BLUH!!