Welcome to Legends of Adventress.

I'm Bitsy, and you're listening to Uprooted.

There are two teenage possums that are trying to start a fight club on the barge.

You're no match for Jimothy.

Everybody on this barge.

It's time now for some grease wrestling.

I slide underneath him and grab him by the waist and I suplex him like so.

And then I roll on top of him so that I'm actually straddling him, grab both of his feet, and do another roll,

and he's double suplexes,

cracking his skull back against the greasy floor each time.

And then I flip around, grab him,

and I bow through style super barrio him,

all the way around, smashing him into the side

and throwing him out in one direction,

covered in grease, fluffy, breathing heavy, blood coming out of my mouth.

Yes!

Holy shit!

Things were getting a little rowdy, you know, people were trying to give some on-barge entertainment as we were going, and unfortunately we've accursed.

Oh, now that sounds really entertainment. What?

Uh, how far are we to Woot Waller?

No, we should be there by the end of the day.

Yeah, we can see if Alexander Hamletoe is going to have a dinner or something.

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