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[lapwing]

[On the network is what appears to be a young boy, about 12 or 13 years old. For a moment, he stares quite soulfully at the video output impossibly deep, black eyes, and then pokes at the screen with one fingernail.]

Not even a proper imp in there, how's that for you...?

[He pulls back and mimes clearing his throat. A voice far, far more booming than is fit for the child's face resounds across the feed.]

Right, broadcast. AHEM. This is just a friendly, non-suspicious question, inquiring on when the next coup or violent overthrow of this government is going to be. Not that I'm actually advocating it, I just know you humans really can't resist.

I'm pretty handy with a popcorn machine if anyone can provide good seats.

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[ret2go]

I'm getting the sense that we come from pretty different places...

[lapwing]

Yeah. Same. Good on you for having an easier go of it. I'm not gonna knock one of mine having a good run. I still wouldn't trust em not to take advantage of you though.

[ret2go]

[Shantae heaves one slightly overdramatic sigh.] I guess. Mayor Scuttlebutt sure takes me for granted, I'll say that much.

But my uncle Mimic and my friends are pretty great people, even if they're human. [A beat.] And I guess Rottytops used to be human before she died.