"Fizzgig? Little guy, lots of teeth from Dark Crystal?" she asked and pantomimed shark teeth. Oh how silly of her to assume things with teeth that went for cookies ate them. "I might try to figure out how to make them, but I doubt I'll recreate the snooty-flavor. Maybe it's the water around her. And Mew-Mew, his hammer." She snickered at his somber possessive streak over his hat and nodded in agreement. She knew how that went, Steve was lucky blood kept him from losing fingernails when he grabbed her bow.
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