#yes the implication is that bill and the TAWOG shape people have a common origin... and a common native language

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Post-Fall Falls False Starts- Chapter 12: [SHORT] The Polygons

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"For the l-last time, man, you'll l-lose," said the little rectangle, standing at the edge of the ring, knees buckled, voice quaking. "Do you see h-how big t-th-that guy is? He'll have you for lunch, Ed!"

"⬟●●⬧㉤...❖!" responded Ed, which meant, 'I shall live by my code of honor or die in a blaze of glory while attempting to defend it, you cowardly quadrilateral!' The towering theropod at the other end of the ring, whose head almost touched the ceiling, blinked one massive eye and made half the crowd cower.

"I don't wanna lose you."

"▲◐▣◐." That meant, 'then join me and we shall live or die by one another's sides.'

The rectangle sniffed back a tear and then darted off into the crowd to stand alongside a waiting pentagon, one who shared, to its relief, in the gloomy atmosphere.

"Tell me how to convince him," said the rectangle.

"I remember when honor used to mean something to you."

"Don't give me that!"

As the commentator returned from his break, the rectangle reassured itself that there would be plenty of shapes left even without Ed.

-

The salesguy 250 or so years back had claimed it was 'fermented suffering'. The method of extracting and liquefying suffering was beyond Bill, and he secretly suspected that description was phony- suffering would have more of a crystal-ish texture if made solid- but, either way, he didn't want to hinder his enjoyment by finding out what the stuff really was, especially with the chance that it was really something much less appetizing. He only ever busted the bottle out on special occasions seeing as the salesguy had fallen into a dimensional acid cloud and disintegrated shortly after handing it over.

Just as he poured out a shot, the door above him, which he had forgotten was there due to lack of use, swung open, and his hand tremored just enough to send the liquid pouring out of the bottle and up (screwed-up Escherian gravity had its downsides) directly into the center of his eye.

"▛◢◐▞▟☠☠☠!!! "

Pyronica (though he couldn't see her with his current predicament) poked her head out of the door. Her facial expression was 10% 'sorry' and 90% 'that was hilarious'.

"What's that mean?" she asked.

"Ha," he said in the furthest tone from an actual laugh. "Uh, don't you worry about it."