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[takethat]

[It's late morning, the air is frigid, and there's a lawyer making a fool out of himself in the snow outside the castle.

Standing near what looks like it might have once been intended to be the base of a snowman (and is now little more than a hill of snow), he's cupping his hands around his mouth and shouting--both at anyone who might be around, and into his nearby open journal, too.]

Heyyyy! Anybody want to join a snowman-making contest?? I have supplies!

[Because heck if he's going to do this alone!]

Comments

[billiardsplz]

Ha! How long has it been since you got out to make one? Ten years?

[takethat]

[He considers that seriously for a moment.]

No... but probably at least five.

[billiardsplz]

Oh man, I was just kidding around with that trash talk. Uh... sorry?

[takethat]

[He snorts a laugh.]

Don't apologize! I'm old, remember?

[billiardsplz]

Gotcha. Just don't go T-Rex on us.

[takethat]

Right. Of course. I would never... "go T-Rex" on you.

[He doesn't get the meaning at all and thinks it's just something kids are saying these days...]

[billiardsplz]

Good to know. Last thing we need is a random dinosaur invasion 'cause someone was messing around with you old fossils.