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[dissolving]

Maker. That’s good, [ corrects: ] Awful? Awful good? D’you think it’d still be edible?

[ He’s seen dogs eat their puke, but dracolisks - maybe that’s a question for the new animal man ]

I was gonna say smaller dracolisks.

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My breath is spaghetti. My blood is spaghetti sauce.

(That is the answer to the question.)

God, you're the worst. What do the smaller dracolisks breathe, even smaller dracolisks? How far down does it go?

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Smaller, and smaller. Then smaller, and smaller still. Until it gets so small you can hardly see it, gotta get spectacles to tell -

[ drumroll: ]

Then spaghetti.

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I said spaghetti. (She's kinda laughing.) Pick another food.

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Think they’ve got other names, when they're other sizes. Not copying if it's spaghettiny.

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How spaghettiny are we talking? Length of my fingernail?

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If I say yes, and turns out you've been hiding some witch claw -

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You wish you could see my witch claw.

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[ he lifts his anchor hand, turning it over in the gloom,

splays it into a claw ]

Boo.

[ that's definitely not the sound witches make ]

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That's not what they do, they —

(She does a loud witch cackle, high-pitched.)

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Shit - [ starts laughing, starts wheezing for the laugh, ] - You hexed me.

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(Abby's laughing too, soft and chuckly.)

You're so dumb. (Affectionate.)