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- #241
Number Generated:
Min: 1
Max: 9
Res: 6
Bribe attempt (Pretty rocks)
Itto was getting a little disheartened, but he kept up his search for the little [strike]gremlins[/strike] foals. Hearing some flavored words being screamed out from some other part of the daycare definitely didn’t help, it sounded like someone else was having a tough time with finding the foals… or just dealing with them. He didn’t know what was going on with that pony, and he didn’t really have the time to find out. Right now, he thought revisiting rooms he already has been too would be his best bet. So, he steps into the science room again. There, he looks around the tables, under the chairs, and such. Reaching a closet that held the supplies and equipment, his head tilts as he hears rustling within it. “Hm? What’s that?” He asked, grabbing the door and pulling it open. Inside, he would find a little piglet foal hiding behind a box of beakers. “Oh… you need… uh… the cute erasers, right? I checked my pockets like a million times...” It was only three times, “I don’t have that one. Sorry… don’t cause anymore trouble.” Closing the door, he walked away… not realizing that he did – in fact – have a cute eraser on him.
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Itto was getting a little disheartened, but he kept up his search for the little [strike]gremlins[/strike] foals. Hearing some flavored words being screamed out from some other part of the daycare definitely didn’t help, it sounded like someone else was having a tough time with finding the foals… or just dealing with them. He didn’t know what was going on with that pony, and he didn’t really have the time to find out. Right now, he thought revisiting rooms he already has been too would be his best bet. So, he steps into the science room again. There, he looks around the tables, under the chairs, and such. Reaching a closet that held the supplies and equipment, his head tilts as he hears rustling within it. “Hm? What’s that?” He asked, grabbing the door and pulling it open. Inside, he would find a little piglet foal hiding behind a box of beakers. “Oh… you need… uh… the cute erasers, right? I checked my pockets like a million times...” It was only three times, “I don’t have that one. Sorry… don’t cause anymore trouble.” Closing the door, he walked away… not realizing that he did – in fact – have a cute eraser on him.
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