[They're not going to talk about it. He's following along. He's prepared to use flash. (Or at least try to - given how Spellbind went so far and how it will go from here he will probably accidentally light up his dick and suddenly there's penis jokes until the day he dies.) And it might be super effective. Who knows. Maybe he'll punch a boar? Who knows. But then...
Three of the boars at the fringes suddenly start to relax, as if suddenly nothing really matters. Odd. It's almost as if some other wildlife like, say, glowing worms were over there, and, in fact, the boars are now very stoned.] Look- actually, don't, I really don't want to punch a pig. Focus on that, but there's something glowing over...there.
[You know, just beyond where two of the boars had given up, rolled over, and were feeling the moonlight on their bellies as they wiggle, legs in the air, because everything will be alright, man. Everything will be fine.]
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Three of the boars at the fringes suddenly start to relax, as if suddenly nothing really matters. Odd. It's almost as if some other wildlife like, say, glowing worms were over there, and, in fact, the boars are now very stoned.] Look- actually, don't, I really don't want to punch a pig. Focus on that, but there's something glowing over...there.
[You know, just beyond where two of the boars had given up, rolled over, and were feeling the moonlight on their bellies as they wiggle, legs in the air, because everything will be alright, man. Everything will be fine.]