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self - proclaimed...
drawing delicate lines over the prints his pedemarks have left then pacing in a swift circle
... EGADS!!
HIS PEDEPRINTS HAVE BEEN RUINED!
WHO DARED BESMIRCH HIS EVIDENCE??
nevertheless
he retraces his pedeprints on the ground AGAIN.

then paces in a circle, thinking
EGADS!
WHO BESMIRCHED HIS PED-
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May 7, 2025 at 4:52 PM
one fervently hopes assistance may be afforded as well —do not hesitate to contact his compatriot, Rung; they are the very best of chums !!

for now, though, the transatlantic accented mech enjoys his life.
.. by bugging others about theirs .
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April 23, 2025 at 3:04 AM
[ steadying upright, placing a gentle servo over the enforcer's. beat reporter fervor tampered down onto something still theatrical, of course, but quieter, as if pondering or wistful. the old movie star accented mech smiled soft, as if a widow comforted by her compatriot
over a chipmunk . ] ◇
April 17, 2025 at 9:52 PM
effortless to lose themselves, & indeed, it is no simple task to constantly anchor oneself whilst allowing others to soar.
i fervently hope that this justice shall serve the rightful claim for the chipmunk & perhaps even provide the much-deserved breeze in our own sails. thank you, my dearest friend
April 17, 2025 at 9:52 PM
the old movie-star accented mech refused to give up on their search, tirelessly checking every crevice & then rechecking times three hundred & five . unbothered by the discussion. only thinking of chipmunk .. ] ◇
April 17, 2025 at 9:06 PM
a powerful pede pressing down until the squeaking ceased. earth life means different to those were not engineered its inhabitant.
first, a chipmunk,
then,
civilization.

such is my obligation.
such is my inquiry.
my foremost concern, at this juncture .

[ examining the surrounding scene,
April 17, 2025 at 9:06 PM
justice would rest in a realm of permanence, merely in a semblance of performance
though a chipmunk constitutes a diminutive existence, it remains a life nonetheless.
observing how most of us in this locale serve mechanized means, one is compelled to ponder whether this was heedless travel, or
April 17, 2025 at 9:06 PM
[ sympathies all cried out, he stands, determined.
pushing his constantly drooping visor back up his nose bridge . ]

i won't rest until this monster is ran off the road .

April 17, 2025 at 8:20 PM