[well! he rolled an 18, so they do in fact dance a bit, emet-selch ducking and darting after him as he tries to avoid his grasp--
before he finally mutters, 'there,' and just scoops him up, grabbing him under the arms and lifting him into the air, more or less eye-level with emet.]
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before he finally mutters, 'there,' and just scoops him up, grabbing him under the arms and lifting him into the air, more or less eye-level with emet.]
Cease this.