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baddestdangerboy​

“Ohhhhkay, weird magic spooky stuff, got it. Wait a bunch of–” 

Badou pauses, then holds up a hand.

“No, not asking that, not going there. But yeah, I hear it’s unpleasant.”

“...if neither one of us has experienced dying here, then I suppose I’d be obliged to do a scientific study. Do I scientifically yeet myself in order to study the effects?”

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baddestdangerboy​

“….How did you– are you human or…? Already dead?” 

Side eyes Wilson a little. A little pale, but normal looking…but not normal, he knows this. 

“Try not to get killed here– you’ll come back but still.”

“Well, I’d always come back to life for some reason. Sometimes it was because of an amulet, some weird resurrection stone, and sometimes a bunch of hams with beard hair. Things worked differently.”

It would be a lot to explain -- so Wilson would keep things short and to the point. “The people in charge here must be similar. They don’t let us die permanently, but death is still unpleasant, I assume.”

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tyrarm​

 “Well. There should be no reason why this science shouldn’t work.”

And then he throws mightily the rock into the panel of the machine, breaking the glass into tiny pieces. Luckily no sound was actually heard. 

“And physics beats legality! Haha! Okay. Now we grab as much food as we can before the constables catch up.”

“...because I can’t go back to jail.” And with that, the scientist carefully began to pluck food from the vending machine.

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baddestdangerboy​

“A splinter’s pretty bad– wait YOU’VE BEEN MURDERED? Like, here, or back home?!”

“Back home. It was really weird. Like, some lady would murder me at night if I wasn’t careful, and I think it counts as murder if a gigantic rabbit who can talk is the one doing the killing.”

“But I haven’t been murdered here. Yet. At least I don’t think I have?”

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tyrarm​

 “Illegal?”

Well, he suppose different city different rules. But its a new one, after all no one is watching the poor thing. So of course people are going to steal. 

He looks down, and gets a heavy rock. 

 “Will this do?”

“It should work! Science says that it should work, at least. No way of knowing unless you try!” Wilson looked at the rock and then at the vending machine. “This is why I’m a scientist.”

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baddestdangerboy​

“No, I think you should toughen up a bit first….don’t wanna get murdered.”

“I’m plenty tough. In fact, I’ve been murdered a few times. Sure, I freak out at a splinter, but that’s only human.”

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tyrarm​

 “Would it not be easier to simply break the glass? There are no guards to stop you.”

He gives a tip to the other. a very helpful tip. But the information that those containers, odd as they were, held food appealed to him. 

“Usually that’s considered illegal but I’m sure they won’t mind this one time. You got a stick or a rock to break the glass?”

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“It dispenses food. Like, the unhealthy type of food. Here. I’ll show you how it works.”

Wilson proceeded to grab the sides of the vending machine and began to shake it. “Normally it costs money, but if you try hard enough, it gives you food for free.”

 “A odd contraption. What…is its purpose.”

He’s talking about a vending machine. 

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baddestdangerboy​

“But if you’ve ever wondered how to make some other kind without exploding, that’s your place.” As much as experimenting and the trial and error part is…..fun. It isn’t when acid is involved.

He raises a hand as if to say ‘wait’, “It has nothing to do with spiders, so calm down. It’s the place where really messed up stuff is. Like you can watch the most messed up stuff…buy stuff.”

“I guess I’ll have to pass on finding the dark web. It sounds intriguing but maybe I’m not ready for the forbidden knowledge it has. Last time I trusted forbidden knowledge, it ended poorly.”

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baddestdangerboy​

“You’ll definitely, absolutely, find better ways to forge stuff, yup. And make poisons or like bombs– just stay away from the deep web.”

“Oh. I already know how to make plenty of poisons and some bombs. The beauty of being a scientist means that you learn how to make some fun stuff.”

“Dare I ask what the deep web is?”

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pleasemymel0dy​

“You’re welcome..! Huu…antiques are important huh…?” My Melody placed her paws behind her back and swayed from side to side slightly.  “Um…” Oh, dear Wilson. Thinking that this small child could even pronounce that word would be absolutely incorrect. 

“Oni…onrironi….ollie..” My Melody blinked a few times, then she gave up and just shook her head. “No. My Melo just wants to give the birdies a nice house to live in!”

“I think the word ‘bird scientist’ also works. What kind of birdhouses do you like to make? Big ones, little ones, painted in different colors?”

Wilson knew a lot of words, but he wouldn’t be able to explain more about the science behind birds. Besides, birdhouses sounded more interesting.

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baddestdangerboy​

“Nnnnnoo– I mean maybe, who knows what they do when no one’s around at the zoo, but no this is people..pretending to be penguins, kinda. Hanging out in chat rooms on the internet.”

“The internet truly is an interesting thing. Maybe I can find a way to better forge documents if I look online?”

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baddestdangerboy​

“On the internet they do. Since like 1990 something.”

“Well that certainly would explain their fancy attire. So do penguins just meet others penguins using the internet and go into an exclusive chatroom?”

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baddestdangerboy​

“That’s cause the B in that sentence is clearly an 8. And the whole document looks like something you got off club penguin.”

“Since when did penguins go to clubs?”

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“Is anyone good at forging papers? I’m trying to make myself a new degree but I can’t seem to get it to look right.”

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“I can and will sell your scientific soul for one corn chip.”

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pleasemymel0dy​

My Melody hadn’t meant to ‘steal’ the glue, or even take it without permission; but…had just been sitting there…unused! She didn’t know! “Ohmigosh…My Melo is so sorry! She wanted to use it for her birdhouse…but it sounds like you need it more!” With that being the case, she was more than willing to give Wilson the glue right back. 

 “Here you go mister.” She reached out with the glue container held in her paws.

“Thank you for handing the glue back,” Wilson replied, gratefully taking the container. “After some recent events, a few antiques in my house were broken. So I’m hoping to glue them back together.”

“Oh! Are you an ornithologist? Studying birds and the science behind them?”