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What sort of treat?

     A biscuit perhaps? Or chicken?

"Yeah you can start by telling me where the hell am I?”

      "You are currently in New York City."

It is pleasure to be meetink you, comrade Pixie.

     Would you like a treat? 

Imogen Poots photographed for Hunger Magazine

—Hello comrade, my name is beink Cosmo.

     Hello there, Cosmo! I'm Megan but you can call me Pixie.

    I advise against that if you do not wish to be pinned down for dissection.

     Hurt me and you'll be seeing some angry people around here!

"If you got one on hand. Otherwise, there’s always the vents."

     "But they smell baaaad."

"I’m not sure what you mean by your powers bein’ bunk, but there’s always a way. Can’t go over, so go under, or around. Just gotta be creative about it."

    She rubs at her face, clearly distressed with the situation at hand. "I mean, I can teleport! How do you think I got here in the first place? And how would we do it? A bomb?" 

   Augh, your voice is absolutely REVOLTING! STOP THAT!

          .......

          [ Kicks his shin. ] 

          Jerk.