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[Ian woke up on the roof he'd randomly picked to nest on come on people don't always like to sleep on soggy muddy weed patches, and just felt like talking. What, you'd never had that happen? It's pretty much a daily thing for him. Not to mention, he has a lot on his mind, after that last event. There was something extraordinarily refreshing about being a human. One like his mother and father, his villages, many of his patients, so many long dead... It's really something to feel all that. As he finds himself being pecked in the head by a fatass partridge, he whips out his journal.

... btw, don't mind the partridge stabbing him in the scalp. Birdy's in a pissy mood or something. Like usual.]


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Maaaan, that experiment thing was way too short... I wish it coulda' stuck around for me. But I guess some of you didn't have very fun times, huh? ... Still, I could've done without beer. Seriously, what is it you guys even like about that stuff? It tastes awful. Just awful!! Not to mention... getting drunk isn't any fun, either. I woke up upside down in a tree with the worst headache!

What's so special about it, that so many fellas drink it?

I mean, it was nice at first even with the taste, but once you start losing pieces of your memory and throw up a lot, it sounds like it's kinda' a problem...

[And when that's all said and done, he'll shut his journal, start toward the edge of the roof to jump down, and trip over debris. If it's your roof, you might hear a loud crash outside your house. It's not an Ian post if he's not violently being clumsy, right? :|a]

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