As Fletch snatches your long, flowing, ratty hair.

Hey!

Thinning hair.

You are pulled.

Just because there's rats in it.

You're pulled free of the back of Crippilippe, and you tumble through the air for what seems like a long time, because you kind of lose track of what is up and what is down.

And you're tumbling through this blue, blue void until this huge flower appears beneath you.

It blossoms.

Fio plumes.

It's just drooling.

We land on it. You do land on it. It is not a via plume. But it is a very large flower that blooms and catches you softly beneath it.

Somehow it is supporting itself.

You don't know how, but that is where you are.

And you kind of collect yourselves.

And as you do, you feel Fletch, there's something else that just landed on here.

But you cannot see it.

And I'm oblivious to it, huh?

You are oblivious to it.

You have landed in this, uh, in this big flower and you're now like tangled up in

your hair.

Well, that's what I'm doing.

I'll just kind of let Marjor know, like, hey, there's something else on here.

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