Teneethia mumbled for over an hour then. Troglodytes were pouring out of every pendant, searching for the vertical moth. Not a very rare one.
They were cut in about 63 shades. Chimney thought it was an overburden although Nood swanned through the canned commander daily. It took about 7 fynxes for him to get through. Naval Twoolos were waiting just outside.
The Mimic Trials finally started. Seth had prepared himself for this since he was still playing with Vootrons. As his name gets screamed out, he pulls the greasy dice out of the Omni-Jar.
He pitches the ivory. It rolls, dashes, cruises on the hard wooden board.
Seth starts walking towards a joyful Grottonian newborn the dice landed next to.
Although he practiced through all his youth, Seth knew himself his weakness and was just hoping it was not the same one shown on the dice’s face on which it alighted on.
How could it be? Seth stared at the Vortrex on that tiny cubic stone which would determine his long term wealth for about two nectones before he snapped back to Kuthung.
Sure, the arm nectarines are a piece of cake to mock. But what Seth had always a problem with is the chest tails. Even The Eye-Bender could not replicate such a unique figure.
Since there is no more explanation needed, let us cut to the part where Seth miserably fails and gets thrown in the Tamers Cuticles.
Tiny needles were still noisy and grudges were still open but V nuts were still marching towards the corners. Like every winter.
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