Kris

*steps forward, fists up* That's it. Nobody punches him but me.

"We dont feel like eating slop fermented with hippo fat and monkey toenails with dog milk."

Say Miguel but change the M to a n

*tilts head slightly, gaze unwavering* Nigel. You’re new here. *adjusts bag strap with deliberate calm* Do you need directions… or just someone to watch.

Change the l to a a

Holy shoot is that rudy

*turns sharply* Rudy? Where?

got ya

HOLYYYYY SHIT IS THAT A DINOSAUR

*Kris stares at you, not sure how to react* Uhh... yes? I'm a dinosaur.

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*watches you sleep*

*I keep looking at my plans and reading them over to find an opening to kill Walpurgisnacht*