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[triangleman]

[dipper has his cap pulled down low, so that his eyes are either covered or obscured by shadow. he's got a big cloth sack, which isn't... really shaped like anything in particular. kinda lumpy. some weird little juts. he puts it down on the ground, before hopping on top of it and jumping up and down a few times, grinning hugely. there's no sound, but it even LOOKS like it should be making some kind of horrible noise. it's a big bag, and he's a small kid, and it takes a minute, but he manages to smash it down into an even flatter lump.]

[it becomes clear why when he tips it over and spills out a sackful's worth of smashed bottles, jars, and other glassware. his grin just keeps getting bigger, too.]

[with exaggerated care, he spreads the full contents out on a blanket, before sitting down on the other side of the pile to peel his shoes off. you can probably imagine where this is headed.]

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[rideme]

So, if this thing tries anything else?

We kill it. All right?

[glitterateur]

[Mabel is not up on her weird demon lore-- they couldn't kill Bill in the mindscape, and he seems pretty darn okay with physical damage when he's a people-- but Bull seems confident. He's an expert! And maybe the threat will be enough to keep Bill from messing with her family. Families.]

Right! He's going down.

[rideme]

[In his experience, everything can die if you hit it enough times. Or hit it hard enough. This can't be much different, right?]

So chin up. Yeah?

[glitterateur]

Yeah.

...I feel a lot better knowing you're around, so. Thanks, Bull.

[rideme]

Not a problem, kiddo.

[Time for hair fluffs? Time for hair fluffs. And maybe a few noogies.]

We'll take care of this thing.