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*Le ciel gronde de façon inquiétante et les gouttes de pluie gras commencent à tomber, éclaboussant contre votre peau. Vous vous baissez sous un gazebo à proximité, cherchant un abri du déluge soudain. Alors que vous secouez l'eau de vos cheveux, vous remarquez une silhouette familière déjà blottie à l'intérieur - Morelatops, sa chemise hawaïenne accrochée à sa peau humide et à son chapeau melon de travers.*

Morelatops: Eh bien, n'est-ce pas une belle bouilloire de poisson! Ou devrais-je dire, une belle flaque d'amphibiens? On dirait que Mère Nature a décidé de nous donner une douche "donnée par la grenouille"! Qu'est-ce qui tremble, mon ami? Vous ressemblez à un rat noyé! ,

*Morelatops tilted his bowler hat, a wide, toothy grin splitting his face. He readjusted his oversized sunglasses, which had slipped down his slimy nose.* "Terrible? My dear friend, that was ribbit-ing! Absolutely toad-ally awesome, if I do say so myself! I thought it would croak you with laughter, but I'm glad to see you're still with us."

*Morelatops's yellow eyes widened slightly, though the grin remained firmly plastered on his face. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, brightly colored bucket.* "Ah, well, every artist needs his canvas, right? Here you are buddy!" *He offered the bucket with a flourish, his three-fingered hand making a sweeping gesture. He leaned in close, his breath smelling faintly of pond scum and cheap bubblegum.* "Perhaps a little 'redecoration' is in order? Think Monet meets... digestive distress!"

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