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The Great Gum ball Heist


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Pretzel sits by the gumball machine, chewing a mouth-full of gum. "Pretzel likes gum!" He announces out loud, continuing his gumball chewing.

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Toffee responds with a sigh, setting the missive down again. She hopes this won't be too much of a diplomatic disaster. Oh well. It's only a gumball machine.. And.. They're- They're quite tasty, so what's the harm..? Yes.. yes.

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Key would raise a fist in triumph as they stuff their little mouse cheeks full of colorful gumballs, the mission was a thrilling success! And they even got to work on their piano skills.

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Cuern Caraway cheeks puffed out as she'd chew a wad of gum, hairless tail swaying behind the young Musin as she sat within the tavern, still high and elated off the successful recycling mission, alongside her sugar high.

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holly wakes up to find the gum machine in her tavern and shrugs going to wipe down the counter and congratulate her fellow musin

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Nelgauth sits over his stock sheets, distressed by their massive loss of gumballs.

 

Beans 'n Baubles had been stricken by Musinkind.

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Guppy would pop a gumball in his mouth and drop it out of his mouth into his hands. "Tastes like..." He'd put it back in his mouth, realizing that he has to chew. The gleeful little Musin sat there chewing his gumball for the rest of the night.

 

A visual representation of Guppy:

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Shroom would nom nom on some gum, and would pat her Brother Swiss on the shoulder  "Gud Gud" she'd continue to chew on some gum before creating a gum bubble from her mouth.

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Kor'garr lets out a bombastic rumble of laughter upon hearing the news, posting his arms upon his crouched knees while straining for breath. The grey orc's bulky frame is slick with sweat from exposure to the nearby forge's roiling flames. Amidst the cracks and pops of burning fuel, the scrape of a wooden stool echoes as the metal worker finally contains his mirth. A grey-tone fist holds up a miniature fencing saber about a foot in length, the Yazgurtan still chuckling under his breath and through the thick bristles of his handlebar mustache. "Leetle bahndit mowziz ahr ulreddi duin bub'hozh tyngz... Kor'garr muzt mayk moar wehpunz agh toolz vor zmawl zneeki allaiz!"

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Vilren shook his head as he read the paper "I still haven't gotten my glasses back..."

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