[He recognized that leg-thing that had just come out of nowhere and saved him.]
Josephine....
[So that meant that... that... that it was Pokey. Which made a new, different kind of panic rise in him. For Picky had convinced himself that it wasn't really his brother but a really angry awful clone that would REALLY want to kill him now that it was Open Season on Pickies. So he was scrabbling through the slush with renewed purpose and haste, up on his feet and still clutching that package, hoping it would all come down to sea-things versus spider-mechs.
Then Pokey spoke.
And that was the big brother voice. The "do this for your own good because I care" voice. Go to bed. Put that down. Run Home. Now.]
...Pokey! POKEY! Beat them all up!
[And he started to heat for home, started turning in that direction... but there were still horrible tentacled things in the way, and then some crazy guy who was probably in charge of them...]
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Josephine....
[So that meant that... that... that it was Pokey. Which made a new, different kind of panic rise in him. For Picky had convinced himself that it wasn't really his brother but a really angry awful clone that would REALLY want to kill him now that it was Open Season on Pickies. So he was scrabbling through the slush with renewed purpose and haste, up on his feet and still clutching that package, hoping it would all come down to sea-things versus spider-mechs.
Then Pokey spoke.
And that was the big brother voice. The "do this for your own good because I care" voice. Go to bed. Put that down. Run Home. Now.]
...Pokey! POKEY! Beat them all up!
[And he started to heat for home, started turning in that direction... but there were still horrible tentacled things in the way, and then some crazy guy who was probably in charge of them...]
Oh no...