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Stego comes to life, a banal existence, its becoming itself not a wonder of life, but a sad act for someone else to act like they didn't care.
Not that they didn't, of course they did. Otherwise, there'd be no explanation to why Stego is, at best, not even able to measure up as a distraction. Hereby, births Stego.
Noise. Silence. Then someone says something. Lose a tail. Re-attach. Ouch. That was the front leg. Bantering. Re-attach.
"Will this thing fit into the box?"
"I doubt so, it looks much bigger assembled."
"Oh hey! it goes in!"
"..."
"Okay, let's fit the other tools in there too."
"~snap!* and the lid of the box pours darkness into the 8in x 5in x 1.5in cardboard box.
As the others move on, Stego, the half-born, remains haunting the corner of the fast food restaurant while its skeleton rattles in the cardboard box painted with happy, functional, complete Stegosauruses, the box clutched loosely between the fingers of a girl of 22 seasons in bloom.
The world becomes a happy place once again.
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Note to self: The dangerous aspect of being on the streets at 3am really refers to barely-even-half-awake drivers. Not so much the roadside mugging. If you're not even taking the roadside if you can help it, then I'm not going to even try explain your stupidity as long as I can help it.
Also, let's just move on and end some things here.
Not that they didn't, of course they did. Otherwise, there'd be no explanation to why Stego is, at best, not even able to measure up as a distraction. Hereby, births Stego.
Noise. Silence. Then someone says something. Lose a tail. Re-attach. Ouch. That was the front leg. Bantering. Re-attach.
"Will this thing fit into the box?"
"I doubt so, it looks much bigger assembled."
"Oh hey! it goes in!"
"..."
"Okay, let's fit the other tools in there too."
"~snap!* and the lid of the box pours darkness into the 8in x 5in x 1.5in cardboard box.
As the others move on, Stego, the half-born, remains haunting the corner of the fast food restaurant while its skeleton rattles in the cardboard box painted with happy, functional, complete Stegosauruses, the box clutched loosely between the fingers of a girl of 22 seasons in bloom.
The world becomes a happy place once again.
----
Note to self: The dangerous aspect of being on the streets at 3am really refers to barely-even-half-awake drivers. Not so much the roadside mugging. If you're not even taking the roadside if you can help it, then I'm not going to even try explain your stupidity as long as I can help it.
Also, let's just move on and end some things here.
