| Lanschi: | So, um, I know this is the Dark Forest's way of expressing its unique and valid identity, but, uh... |
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| Lanschi: | I can't see beans. |
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| Lacy: | No worries, that's what magic is for. (And for dealing with telemarketers, but that's for another occasion.) |
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| Lacy: | From fairy fire and a used light bulb, I fashioned our very own will-o'-the-wisp. |
| Lanschi: | Golly! |
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| Lacy: | Yes, look upon its all-illuminating shine! Ignis fatuus in its purest form, condensed into this spellbinding bundle of light. Look, and despair! |
| Lanschi: | Can I hold it? |
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| Lacy: | Sure. |
| Lanschi: | Neat. |
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| Lanschi: | I'll be extra careful with- hey, stop! That's not for you! Ow, my olfactory epithelium! |
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| Lacy: | Oh yeah, and it attracts wild cheese goblins. |
| Parsley: | Shouldn't we help him? |
| Lanschi: | Sheesh, these guys smell like my uncle's feet. |
27. August 2021 
