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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Feb 6, 2011 8:34:11 GMT -4
"No, I don't have any candy" he sighed, looking down at the child. --- "I could do with a snack" Tootles said suddenly.
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Post by observer on Feb 6, 2011 8:37:26 GMT -4
"Awwww." Bouncy said before turning to run toward the candy store. --- "I'll go get something. Do you still want me to get you a smaller sized dress?" Clarabelle asked Tootles.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Feb 6, 2011 8:38:14 GMT -4
"Damn kids" he said as he looked at her run. --- "Um...no I think I'm good."
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Post by observer on Feb 6, 2011 8:45:02 GMT -4
He looked down to notice a strange looking coin at his feet. --- "Alright." Clarabelle said, exchanging a smile with Fatso. "That dress looks nice on you Tootles, really shows of your belly and boobies." Fatso said.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Feb 6, 2011 8:46:09 GMT -4
"What is this" he said, picking it up. It was golden and had a clown engraved on it. --- "I know, right? I love it!" she said with a giggle.
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Post by observer on Feb 6, 2011 8:52:04 GMT -4
Suddenly the coin began to glow. The glow began to spread to the man's fingers and hand. --- "After we're done her we should take a walk around town. I want to show off our new dresses." Fatso giggled as Clarabelle came back. "Here you go. We keep cookies for when parents bring their kids." She said, holding out two large cookies.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Feb 6, 2011 8:53:40 GMT -4
"What in the hell?!" he said as he tried to drop the coin but found he could not. --- "Oh thank goodness, I am so famished!" Tootles giggled as she greedily munched on her cookie.
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Post by observer on Feb 6, 2011 8:57:23 GMT -4
The glowing spread as his skin began to turn a ruddy orange. He began to also shrink, looking younger with each lost inch. --- Fatso smiled as she watched Tootles eat her cookie. She began munching on her own cookie. "Can I help you with anything else?" Clarabelle asked happily.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Feb 6, 2011 8:59:35 GMT -4
"Ah! Help!" he screamed as he felt himself getting smaller in bursts. "Someone please!"
It seemed no one could hear him. --- "No, I think I'm good" she said. "Still hungry though, what say we head out for a bite?" she turned and asked Fatso.
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Post by observer on Feb 6, 2011 9:04:43 GMT -4
As white makeup appeared around his eyes and mouth, the man's hair turned purple. Suddenly the hair on top of his head began to fall out as a five o' clock shadow appeared on his face. --- "Alright, lets pay for our new dresses and find somewhere to eat." Fatso smiled. "Alright, follow me and I'll ring you up." Clarabelle said, leading the way toward the registers.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Feb 6, 2011 9:09:09 GMT -4
"This can't be happening. It was just a stupid coin" he said as he felt his new bald spot and let out another cry for help. --- Tootles pulled out a credit card and paid for both dresses. "Thanks Clarabelle"
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Post by observer on Feb 6, 2011 9:13:09 GMT -4
Everyone continued to walk by, ignoring him as if he wasn't there. His clothes began to change with him, patches appearing all over his shirt and pants as suspenders appeared. --- "No problem. Come again soon." Clarabelle smiled, waving at them as they left. "Lets see, I think there's a place to eat this way." Fatso said, pointing down the street.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Feb 6, 2011 9:15:21 GMT -4
He caught a glimpse of himself in a window nearby and saw a balding kid with hobo makeup on, and let out a yelp as his nose started to inflate. --- "Oh, what kind of food do they have?" she said, her belly rumbling.
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Post by observer on Feb 6, 2011 9:19:30 GMT -4
It began to round out as it turned black. Suddenly a rumble came from his stomach before he started to gain a little weight. Most of it seemed to center on his belly. --- "I think it's a pizza joint." Fatso said. "I think it's free breadstick day as well."
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Feb 6, 2011 9:21:20 GMT -4
"What the heck...heck?" he stopped. He had intended to say hell. "What am I?" he said, ignoring that for a moment. --- "Oh, thank the Harlequins, I am starving."
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