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Kier tried to furiously drag her dead weight along the tunnel ground, straining so hard that both his forepaws moved to the leash and he was up on his hindpaws. Finally, he collapsed, gasping, and whipped around. "MOVE," he ordered, kicking it. "I own you now! You're mine! I command you to move!"
“Go on, now, Sundara. Can’t you just go along with it?” she asked before reaching over and yanking him off Kier. “He’s trying to do us a favor and we should let him,” she continued in a chiding tone.
"NEVER!!!!" it screeched, when suddenly the lights turned off and they reappeared what seemed like a 2008 fanfiction somehow. Why was everyone dressed up in a strange pop-tart outfit? Why was Sundara now pooping a rainbow? Who knows.
Kier oofed as Sundara fell back atop him. This was not what he meant by needing some action and wanting to be topped. "Yes," he gasped as Gossamer jerked Sundara off him (and doesn't that sentence just read well at first glance), pushing himself up into a sitting position and giving her a quick look of thanks. "I'm doing you a favour."
And then everyone except him was wearing a pink poptart. "Oh, this look is questionable at best," he said quietly to himself, drawing back slightly, his nose wrinkling as he studied Sundara. "My dear, that doesn't suit you," he told the mole rat honestly, placing his forepaws on the ground as he leaned forward and shaking his head with an expression that said he truly was sorry to be eliminating her from this competition. "Your complexion is far too pale. You should go for-for greens," he added helpfully, perking up a little, which was worse because it was obvious he was trying to comfort the failure of a contestant, "or soft blues." He smiled and gave it an encouraging nod, brows up.
"Greens?!!!" he screeched, and suddenly like a fairy godmother, Kier was in a broccoli costume, and they were surrounded an assortment of talking vegetables. "VEGGIE TALES!!!!" he cackled, "VEGGIE TALES!!!!!!!"
