I am not drunk-- [Saxsice starts to protest this, but cuts herself off at the mention of hot dogs, brightening visibly at the idea and grinning. She loves hot dogs. It'd almost be enough to see them safely past the dead, creeping things, if she hadn't stumbled, falling behind half a step, enough to feel a decaying hand clutch at her ankle.
With a stifled yelp, she bolts a couple steps ahead, then whirls around, wide-eyed.] That was definitely not a crab!
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With a stifled yelp, she bolts a couple steps ahead, then whirls around, wide-eyed.] That was definitely not a crab!