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[polyturtle]

I have some bad news and some good news.

Bad news, I'm 99.9% sure there's poison joke somewhere by the commune, somehow.

Good news, the structural integrity of the main commune building is still sound because this time I got out once I realized what was happening.

If anyone needs me, I'm by the corn fields. You cannot possibly miss me.

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[theytookmypants]

Oh...oh bytes. So you didn't have any real contact with the stuff? Maybe there was like....some lingering residue or oils in the floor boards from the last time?

[Science, don't fail him now.]

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[polyturtle]

Unless any possible remaining spores in my lab have a four-month delay in affecting me, I don't think that's the case.

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[theytookmypants]

[Dammit botany, you were not the science he wanted.]

Ebonwumon dang it all. So what, we have airborne Poison Joke?

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[polyturtle]

Or a strain of poison joke that's able to grow outside of the forest. Or both.

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[theytookmypants]

Ah hell. I hope this doesn't mean I have to worry about losing my voice again.

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[polyturtle]

Considering my poison joke symptoms, it looks possible that that's what's going to be what happens if you're exposed.

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[theytookmypants]

Joyous of joys. I'll have to be careful not to get exposed...as much fun as talking in bleeps and bloops was, I'd rather not have to sounds like a Pac Man machine chasing someone down in the Night Market.

[Now there's an interesting mental image.]

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[polyturtle]

Well, the arcade's still open, so if you want to hide in one of the cabinets...

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[theytookmypants]

Oh sure, as soon as we find you a beanstalk right?

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[polyturtle]

Fee fi fo fum.

And a cloudwalking spell.

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[theytookmypants]

Don't forget a magical singing harp and a goose that lays golden eggs.


Which we probably could find here too.

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[polyturtle]

Nah, I'd make another lab.

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[theytookmypants]

Ooh, not a bad plan....though if you start making overtures about grinding bones for your experiments, I'm gonna start worrying.

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[polyturtle]

I think everypony would have their hackles raised if I started rambling about making bread out of their skeletal systems...

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[theytookmypants]

To be fair...that would be rather alarming.


Though seriously...a cloud lab would lf be an awesome opportunity to study the weather magic around here...

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[polyturtle]

Psychotic is more like it.

...It would be, wouldn't it? We'd have to research the weather factory, also...

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[theytookmypants]

That could be a lot of fun, actually...and between the two of us, we could be pretty damn non-intrusive about spectating without interfering with their work...

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[polyturtle]

That

Yeah, and we could find out how they decide the weather patterns...

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[theytookmypants]

Man, that'd be wild! Hah, of course my mind goes straight to bottling lightning, wouldn't that just be crazy, probably the robotic engineer in me.