Thread:BlackDragonKid/@comment-26863232-20181107214505/@comment-26863232-20181120223141

As soon as you close your eyes, somebody rushes past you. A beaver tackles a copyu, and they both begin to quarrel, throwing clawed punches. The copyu is losing because he's clutching something in his paw. Over the dust being kicked up and flailing limbs, you spot what they're fighting over: a small, brown figurine.