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*************"Everything the light touches will be yours, Simba. Umh, I mean this scenery is now mine..."
Hey, wait what is this? Could it be... TWO PAGES ON THE SAME UPDATE? Can't be true! Finishing this thing kept me awake untill 2 AM this morning, so I apologise if there's anything weird in the dialogue (or monologue, since Pyramos is the only one to speak...) My brains are already sleeping.
(Man, I want to have a Pyramos plushie. Or a rug! If I had any skills in textile crafts I'd soooooo want to make a life sized Pyramos pelt! It would be awesome... Although pretty tricky, I bet, having those rib-fingers and shoulder bladey things, and that tail... Okay, end of randomeness here. kthxbye.)
Now wasn't that one diplomatic speech on the last panel, eh? Way to go, Stripeyface, waaaaay to go...
Wurr (story, characters andsoforth) are (c) to me, thanks.