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Blobby Log Day 71 (part one)

As written by Professor Fliggins in Chapter 3: Moustachio Territory > Vol. 1

Timestamp: Early Morning; Day 71
Weather: Hopeless!
Landscape: Utterly, utterly hopeless!


So this is it, Blobby.  We are cornered, surrounded by a mob of very disgruntled Beards.  I am so sweaty and breathless that I am fine with the Adventure ending forever, right now.  I am sorry, Whiskerton.  I am sorry, Moustachia.  I have led you to ruination.  Ruin Nation.  A desolate country with no central government, but at least there is less running there.

Whiskerton: Man, Fred – you really done it this time!  Why’d you go and spit in Fist-Face’s fist-face?

PF: It is not my fault your peoples are super absorbent!

Angry Mob: Get ‘em!  Get the Moustachio spies!

RMAF???S H H H H H H O O O O O M M M  !

Angry Mob: Hey!  Get back here you, varmints!

Baby ‘Stache: *meep!*

PF: What is going on?  Why are we not currently being pummeled into tiny bits?

?: Sit tight, old bean.  You’re quite safe now.

Whiskerton: The Royal Moustachio Air Force!  You’ve saved our buns!

RMAF: Yes, yes.  Cling tenaciously to our bristles, gents – we’re taking you to the castle!

PF: Gadzooks!

Current Mood: Flying! I am FLYING!!!
Discoveries Made: A new Emotion: "sweaty-relief-glee"!

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