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Using the sharpened end of a chicken bone, Barrel f i n a l l y reaches the teeny bit of muscle fiber stuck between his molars that’s been bothering him for days. ❝Now why—-y would I tell ya that?❞ He’s not INCLINED to give her, or any other citizen of Halloweenietown, any answers. She doesn’t deserve them && that would just ruin the surprise. He HATES spoiled surprises. Wouldn’t you? But now that Goody-Two-Stitches is here, the ghoul really can’t do what he wants to do && delayed gratification isn’t in his vocabulary. So he grunts, piggish nostrils flaring in irritation. ❝Is there somethin’ ya wanted, Red? Some chaos, some kidnapping, some dirty work you’re TOO GOOD to do yerself?❞ He’s a chaos entity; let him work his holiday magic.
“Forgive me for thinking that maybe you’d actually BEHAVE for once...” She mumbled under her breath, trying to keep her composure in tact. The younger ghoul really knew how to push people’s buttons, and the newly crowned queen apparently wasn’t immune. Of course, Sally couldn’t let him have the satisfaction he seemed to crave so DESPERATELY. So instead, she took a deep breath and smiled softly. Might as well get SOMETHING out of this, right?
The ragdoll’s voice drifted like the chilled wind as she spoke, trying to soothe the chaotic entity before her. “How about candy? Got any on you? My sweet tooth’s been acting up as of late.” This wasn’t ENTIRELY a lie, as she was having a bit of a craving, but it was an improvised excuse.
