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Who: Everyone
When: Day 4; all day
Where: Everywhere
What: A simple mingle

[Today there is no labyrinth, and many of you may be taking this chance to explore the town some more, enjoying the new lake, or simply settling in for a nap on one of the new grassy patches of tier 2 (though you may find that there's some competition for the especially green and comfy patch). It's certainly is nice to have a day off, isn't it?]

[...]

[Then again, you do have that part-time job and your boss likely sees your "day off" very differently than you do.]

[What are you doing today, denizens of Kingdom Daze?]

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Excuse me?

I have a name. Use it.

Oh, dear. Are you going to threaten me again? What an intimidating little worm you are.

Threatening gaudy insects isn't really worth my time.

You never know when to quit, do you?

Did you cut your hair like that on purpose? So your eyebrows would line up when someone insults how silly it looks?

[WOW, RUDE]

Brave words from a mismatched freak.

No way, my mismatching is cute. I have a twin brother whose eyes are opposite mine.

You really are a freak, then. A little mismatched set. How lovely for you.

A left and a right makes a matched pair, doesn't it? It's very lovely.

Each of you half a person. Remind me why that's a good thing?

Do you like being all alone better?

Absolutely.

Hmmm.

Oh, please, spare me the psychoanalysis.

Psychoanalysis isn't my thing, I don't like therapy. What's your wish for when you're done here?

For something terrible to happen to you and your brother. Fun, don't you think?

Don't be so boring, it doesn't suit you.

Sorry to disappoint you, worm, but I'm quite serious. I can't imagine anything more satisfying.

It's the most shallow, lazy, petty thing I've heard in a century. Really? You've had maybe a full hour of conversation with me in four days.

Which should tell you all you need to know about just how annoying you really are.

My insults are at or below a 14-year-old's level. A five-year-old handles comments about their hair better than you do.

A five-year-old doesn't know any better. They're stuck with whatever unfortunate haircut their parents decide to inflict on them. Those of us who actually take time with our appearance, however, don't appreciate having it insulted by styleless maggots.

You insulted my eyes first. You started it, so even if I liked any part of your look, of course I wouldn't say so.

That was advice, kid. Learn to recognise it.