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*very brightly* Oi, deez fellas oughta cheer ya all up! Brought 'em ova from my kamp! Ain't even gonna charge any of ya's the 3 teef ta touch 'em!



Don' worry, deez are da non-bitey ones.

*Levitates some snow, which starts whirling around and eventually forms a snow sculpture of a Protoss.*

"One fortunate thing about this weather is it gives me a chance to use my artistic talents."

*Levitates more snow and makes a perfect snow sculpture of Kimmy. Real Kimmy claps excitedly.*

*Still sparking from brief contact with the instant death snow*
It won't matter. They'll simply have the same fate as you. A decaying infinite loop. You and your civilization are an example of what happens when science is abandoned.
*Refocuses on the termagants in the basket*
They aren't humans either, and they are fulfilling all of my 10 requirements for being considered cute.

[Notices basket] [Torn between studying and distraction] [Makes high pitched whining noise of indecision]

Cute tyranids. Now I am confused. But are cute.

But good news, we passed the inspection so now. *banners drop proclaiming 2 for one ale and drinks deals*

Free drink with every drink and meal you buy.
Current meats, kraken , great elk, bear and I still have a small amount of troll from the previous troll Tuesday in freezer.

*is now on all fours, crawling after something in the snow*

Almost there... I can hear it...

*suddenly punches into the snow and has a lemming in his hand*

There you are! Now run free, little one.

*puts the lemming down and stands off before brushing the snow off of him*

What? It's fun sport. Oh, and for the snow, if that's what you're wondering about, it's an old trick with excreting oils onto the skin. Quite protective from the elements.

OOC: Seeing as how Kroot had used the oily excretions trick to allow them to be in a vacuum for a reasonable amount of time once, I don't think this is too much of a stretch.

[Closes book] Enough for this morning. I think I feel stupider than when I started... I'm pretty sure the puppy got more out of that that I did, and not for lack of trying. [Gently puts it to one side]

[Wanders into the Butter Tank looking rather sad] Naptime.

*ferasian rock concert begins at the hall with motherhead level volumes shaking the entire room*

*shouts,* its free, bring ear protection. Welcome to wolf fest

(Avalanche in distant mountains brings a loud cheer*

*puts in earplugs*
Nope

Oi, fer great as it is ta be rokkin' out, da lil onez kan't take it. I'm puttin' 'em in da kwietest room I can find. Den I'm coming roight back ta enjoy da show!

I think I've been conditioned by dating a Sister to not like any music other than Ecclesiarchy hymns.

This is torture. Human, please put some real music on. Like classical. Or perhaps static. That would be much better than... this.

*shouts over*, fine Il give ya something

*cue song including bagpipes and louder drum beat*

*twitches as the music becomes louder*
No... not here.... not now.....

*grabs head and squawks out*

This is too much, gue'la. End it!

*sticks his head into the snow to muffle the sound*

*music slowa and stops to be replaced by new grim metal band*

Opening guitar solo causes nearby impiral guard bunker to crack.

Do you want loud!
*visible sound waves form in death snow*

*continues to twitch*
No.... Marla said I could control it..... she said it wouldn't be an issue.....

*concert finally ends as the speakers blew up*

Right, speakers failed, so, everyone not deaf?

*looks at semi crumbled bunker*
Now that's sign of a good rock concert.
You OK wk?

*continues to twitch off in the corner*

*gets very scary call of marla*
Umm no, it was just a concert....
No, only loud as a full regiment artillary barrage, not a orbital war, yes I know, .... Fine, il make sure he gets aid if you don,t kill me...

Ok, deal.

*takes wk to nearby medical bay in land raider*
Raging sisters, not fun to deal with.

Dat was zoggin' awe-sum!! Haven't rokked out like dat fer too long! In fact, I fink we should try ta--

*Distant, barely audible sounds akin to mewing*

--Ah! The lil ladz need somefink! I gots ta go take care o' dem!

*Rushes off to find baby termagant basket*

*twitching in the hospital bed*
Why the feth did I react like that? I recall nothing

Umm might of been rock concert so loud volume hit minor orbital bombardment....

Yeah....
*calls Marla to stop her killing wolf*
Phew, saved by the guardsman

Yeah, *hands vox*
She wants to chat, something about not able to find a hand flamer?, Il be off, got to supervise clean up. Place is a mess.

[Steps into hospital room and finds WK] That looks like it hurts. [Looks contemplative]
[Carefully reaches over and puts two fingers against WK's temple, removing the pain from his head, and replacing with a slight warmth] Pain and I have an... Understanding. Now I have a literal headache in my hand.

[Looks at jhe] I believe this is yours. Perhaps you can drink it away. [Mimes throwing at Jhe, and he receives a thudding headache between the eyes]

Not so bad..... Fething....
*activates armour stims*
Better but not much, but that's what happens when humans get blasted by 527 speakers....

*goes off aching and contemplating...*

[Picks up WK's chart and attempts to read it while fending off medics one-handed]
These big red letters... D... N... R...? D'nnr? Are they feeding you? [Confused]

You are fully articulate, yes?
*A screen rolls up with text showing everything BC is saying*
Watch this.

*turns to BC*
I have no idea what they're doing to me or what's wrong with me.
*suddenly gets a call from Marla*
God-Emperor help me...
*answers the vox*

*digs himself out of a snowbank*

Is it over? I can hear myself talk, so I think I still have hearing.

[Looks at screen] Speech-to-text? [Raises finger and follows the words without touching the screen] [Fascinated]

[Sits WK up] [Leans out of window and waves to Blackjack] One hospital evacuation, if you would care to assist? A fire alarm should do it.