The Strength in the Shark - Revision history

Jonas: removing the batsignal

2011-01-14T14:42:20Z

removing the batsignal

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	{{Universe\|Pig and Whistle}}{{byline\|Jonas}} ~~{{Critique requested}}~~		{{Universe\|Pig and Whistle}}{{byline\|Jonas}} {{author note\|This story follows one of the events of [[Within and Without]]. I advise you read it before this piece in order to understand the context.}}
	{{author note\|This story follows one of the events of [[Within and Without]]. I advise you read it before this piece in order to understand the context.}}
	It was an idyllic summer day; the sun was shining, the breeze was light, and the sky was cloudless. I should have been out enjoying the wonderful afternoon, but instead I was inside the Pig and Whistle sitting on a cushion and nursing a grape soda while trying to salvage some shred of self-esteem.		It was an idyllic summer day; the sun was shining, the breeze was light, and the sky was cloudless. I should have been out enjoying the wonderful afternoon, but instead I was inside the Pig and Whistle sitting on a cushion and nursing a grape soda while trying to salvage some shred of self-esteem.

Jonas at 00:32, 10 January 2011

2011-01-10T00:32:38Z

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	I looked at him quizzically. “What I… thought of you?”		I looked at him quizzically. “What I… thought of you?”

	He nodded ~~{{add\|~~dejectedly}}. “Strangers get scared when they see me—can’t blame them I guess, looking how I do, but it sucks. You’re the tenth person I’ve freaked out this week and I just couldn’t handle someone else thinking I’m a monster.”		He nodded dejectedly. “Strangers get scared when they see me—can’t blame them I guess, looking how I do, but it sucks. You’re the tenth person I’ve freaked out this week and I just couldn’t handle someone else thinking I’m a monster.”

	I sighed, it was getting harder and harder to stay mad at this guy. “It’s alright; I guess we both messed up.”		I sighed, it was getting harder and harder to stay mad at this guy. “It’s alright; I guess we both messed up.”

Jonas: recategorized...

2011-01-10T00:30:32Z

recategorized...

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	{{Universe\|Pig and Whistle}}{{byline\|~~user=Lloyd Brunnel\|author=Lloyd~~}} {{Critique requested}}		{{Universe\|Pig and Whistle}}{{byline\|Jonas}} {{Critique requested}}
	{{author note\|This story follows one of the events of [[Within and Without]]. I advise you read it before this piece in order to understand the context.}}		{{author note\|This story follows one of the events of [[Within and Without]]. I advise you read it before this piece in order to understand the context.}}
	It was an idyllic summer day; the sun was shining, the breeze was light, and the sky was cloudless. I should have been out enjoying the wonderful afternoon, but instead I was inside the Pig and Whistle sitting on a cushion and nursing a grape soda while trying to salvage some shred of self-esteem.		It was an idyllic summer day; the sun was shining, the breeze was light, and the sky was cloudless. I should have been out enjoying the wonderful afternoon, but instead I was inside the Pig and Whistle sitting on a cushion and nursing a grape soda while trying to salvage some shred of self-esteem.
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	Jimbari gave a small wave goodbye and headed for the door. I went back to my pillow and soda. He seemed nice enough, I guess, and I felt a bit embarrassed for yelling at him.		Jimbari gave a small wave goodbye and headed for the door. I went back to my pillow and soda. He seemed nice enough, I guess, and I felt a bit embarrassed for yelling at him.

	[[Category:Pig and Whistle\|Strength in the Shark, The]] [[Category:~~Lloyd Brunnel~~\|Strength in the Shark, The]] {{fiction}} [[Category:Story\|Strength in the Shark, The]] [[Category:Fox\|Strength in the Shark, The]] [[Category:Animal\|Strength in the Shark, The]] [[Category:Aquatic\|Strength in the Shark, The]] [[Category:Anthropomorphic\|Strength in the Shark, The]]		[[Category:Pig and Whistle\|Strength in the Shark, The]] [[Category:Jonas\|Strength in the Shark, The]] {{fiction}} [[Category:Story\|Strength in the Shark, The]] [[Category:Fox\|Strength in the Shark, The]] [[Category:Animal\|Strength in the Shark, The]] [[Category:Aquatic\|Strength in the Shark, The]] [[Category:Anthropomorphic\|Strength in the Shark, The]]

Lloyd Brunnel: minor edits. Also removed WIP tag since it just needs fine-tuning at this point.

2009-08-21T14:20:35Z

minor edits. Also removed WIP tag since it just needs fine-tuning at this point.

Lloyd Brunnel: Some more edits. Still trying to work on the pacing. Also added author's note.

2009-08-20T20:05:03Z

Some more edits. Still trying to work on the pacing. Also added author's note.

Lloyd Brunnel: edits

2009-08-19T23:26:31Z

edits

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	It was an idyllic summer day; the sun was shining, the breeze was light, and the sky was cloudless. I should have been out enjoying the wonderful afternoon, but instead I was inside the Pig and Whistle sitting on a cushion and nursing a grape soda while trying to salvage some shred of self-esteem.		It was an idyllic summer day; the sun was shining, the breeze was light, and the sky was cloudless. I should have been out enjoying the wonderful afternoon, but instead I was inside the Pig and Whistle sitting on a cushion and nursing a grape soda while trying to salvage some shred of self-esteem.

	Last night I had run into a giant shark morph, gotten scared, and ran away. The reaction was understandable—I was a fox slightly larger than a housecat, and he was, quite simply, ~~HUGE, almost~~ a foot taller than Scott—but I still felt ashamed when I thought about it. I don’t usually lose control over my instincts like that, but I guess last night I just… slipped up.		Last night I had run into a giant shark morph, gotten scared, and ran away. The reaction was understandable—I was a fox slightly larger than a housecat, and he was, quite simply, HUGE—almost a foot taller than Scott—but I still felt ashamed when I thought about it. I don’t usually lose control over my instincts like that, but I guess last night I just… slipped up.

	My self-depreciation was interrupted when a voice called out, “Hey there little guy.”		My self-depreciation was interrupted when a voice called out, “Hey there little guy.”
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	“There we go!” The shark said happily when it became apparent I wasn’t about to run away. “I’m Jimbari by the way, and you’re—” his eyes flicked to my collar, “Jonas, right?”		“There we go!” The shark said happily when it became apparent I wasn’t about to run away. “I’m Jimbari by the way, and you’re—” his eyes flicked to my collar, “Jonas, right?”

	I nodded absently and he scratched me behind the ear, smiling as I gave a pleased growl. All I had to do was go along with it and he’d probably go away… or try to make me a pet.		I nodded absently and he scratched me behind the ear, smiling as I gave a pleased growl. All I had to do was go along with it and he’d probably go away… or try to make me his pet.

	“See? I’m not such a bad guy after all—nothing to be scared of.” Jimbari continued. “And I’m sorry if I frightened you the other day.”		“See? I’m not such a bad guy after all—nothing to be scared of.” Jimbari continued. “And I’m sorry if I frightened you the other day.”
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	I gave another growl of acknowledgement and he grinned even wider—I averted my eyes away from his razor-sharp teeth.		I gave another growl of acknowledgement and he grinned even wider—I averted my eyes away from his razor-sharp teeth.

	“Thanks man.” He said with a chuckle, ~~motioning towards the window~~ he added, ~~“It’s~~ a ~~great day out~~, ~~want to go to the park and play fetch or something?”~~		“Thanks man.” He said with a chuckle, {{add\|“And here—” he added, taking something out of his pocket. “Consider it a peace offering.”}}

			{{add\|I stared at his outstretched hand. Smack dab in the middle of his palm was a small, bone-shaped, pet treat.}}

	Alright, that does it!		Alright, that does it!
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	Jimbari looked up at me. “Really?”		Jimbari looked up at me. “Really?”

	“Really.”		“Really. {{add\|I get a little… sensitive about my instincts sometimes. I shouldn’t have blamed you for my loss of self-control.”}}

	He gave another smile—this time one of relief. “Thanks man. And I am sorry for treating you like an animal.”		He gave another smile—this time one of relief. “Thanks man. And I am sorry for treating you like an animal.”

	I nodded. “And I’m sorry for venting at you. Just… be more careful in the future, ok?”		I nodded. “And I’m sorry for venting at you. Just… be more careful in the future, ok?”

Lloyd Brunnel: Revised! Also added the bat signal =D

2009-08-19T19:10:09Z

Revised! Also added the bat signal =D

Show changes

24.150.157.20: added WIP tag. This was not as finished as I thought it was.

2009-08-19T17:56:26Z

added WIP tag. This was not as finished as I thought it was.

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	It was an idyllic summer day; the sun was shining, the breeze was light, and the sky was cloudless. I was, of course, where any self-respecting fox would be on a day like this—the Pig and Whistle. Ever since my rather “explosive” introduction to the bar I had discovered that there were very few ways in which to better spend a lazy Saturday afternoon than curled up on a pillow with a bowl of grape soda; the sunbeam warming my fur was just a bonus.		It was an idyllic summer day; the sun was shining, the breeze was light, and the sky was cloudless. I was, of course, where any self-respecting fox would be on a day like this—the Pig and Whistle. Ever since my rather “explosive” introduction to the bar I had discovered that there were very few ways in which to better spend a lazy Saturday afternoon than curled up on a pillow with a bowl of grape soda; the sunbeam warming my fur was just a bonus.

24.150.157.20: formatting stuff

2009-08-17T19:51:40Z

formatting stuff

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	It was an idyllic summer day; the sun was shining, the breeze was light, and the sky was cloudless. I was, of course, where any self-respecting fox would be on a day like this—the Pig and Whistle. Ever since my rather “explosive” introduction to the bar I had discovered that there were very few ways in which to better spend a lazy Saturday afternoon than curled up on a pillow with a bowl of grape soda; the sunbeam warming my fur ~~only added to my lounging~~.		It was an idyllic summer day; the sun was shining, the breeze was light, and the sky was cloudless. I was, of course, where any self-respecting fox would be on a day like this—the Pig and Whistle. Ever since my rather “explosive” introduction to the bar I had discovered that there were very few ways in which to better spend a lazy Saturday afternoon than curled up on a pillow with a bowl of grape soda; the sunbeam warming my fur was just a bonus.

	“Hey there little guy.” ~~Said a voice;~~ I turned my head and was surprised to see the giant shark-morph I had run into two days ago crouching nearby. Was he talking to me?		My lounging was interrupted however, by a voice that called out, “Hey there little guy.”

			I turned my head and was surprised to see the giant shark-morph I had run into two days ago crouching nearby. Was he talking to me?

	“It’s alright—I won’t hurt you.” The shark continued, in what I imagined to be the closest thing his resonating voice could get to a soothing tone. I continued to stare and he held out a webbed hand—a gesture I recognized as a way to show animals you don’t mean them harm.		“It’s alright—I won’t hurt you.” The shark continued, in what I imagined to be the closest thing his resonating voice could get to a soothing tone. I continued to stare and he held out a webbed hand—a gesture I recognized as a way to show animals you don’t mean them harm.

Lloyd Brunnel: Categories!

2009-08-16T20:58:39Z

Categories!

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	It was an idyllic summer day; the sun was shining, the breeze was light, and the sky was cloudless. I was, of course, where any self-respecting fox would be on a day like this—the Pig and Whistle. Ever since my rather “explosive” introduction to the bar I had discovered that there were very few ways in which to better spend a lazy Saturday afternoon than curled up on a pillow with a bowl of grape soda; the sunbeam warming my fur only added to my lounging.		It was an idyllic summer day; the sun was shining, the breeze was light, and the sky was cloudless. I was, of course, where any self-respecting fox would be on a day like this—the Pig and Whistle. Ever since my rather “explosive” introduction to the bar I had discovered that there were very few ways in which to better spend a lazy Saturday afternoon than curled up on a pillow with a bowl of grape soda; the sunbeam warming my fur only added to my lounging.

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	Jimbari gave a small wave goodbye and headed for the door. I went back to my pillow and soda. He seemed nice enough, but as I nestled back down in my sunbeam I couldn’t help but appreciate the irony of someone so concerned with how other people see him being so oblivious.		Jimbari gave a small wave goodbye and headed for the door. I went back to my pillow and soda. He seemed nice enough, but as I nestled back down in my sunbeam I couldn’t help but appreciate the irony of someone so concerned with how other people see him being so oblivious.
			[[Category:Pig and Whistle\|Strength in the Shark, The]] [[Category:Lloyd Brunnel\|Strength in the Shark, The]] {{fiction}} [[Category:Story\|Strength in the Shark, The]] [[Category:Fox\|Strength in the Shark, The]] [[Category:Animal\|Strength in the Shark, The]] [[Category:Aquatic\|Strength in the Shark, The]] [[Category:Anthropomorphic\|Strength in the Shark, The]]

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	{{Universe\|Pig and Whistle}}{{byline\|user=Lloyd Brunnel\|author=Lloyd~~}} {{WIP~~}} {{Critique requested}}		{{Universe\|Pig and Whistle}}{{byline\|user=Lloyd Brunnel\|author=Lloyd}} {{Critique requested}}
	{{author note\|This story follows one of the events of [[Within and Without]]. I advise you read it before this piece in order to understand the context.}}		{{author note\|This story follows one of the events of [[Within and Without]]. I advise you read it before this piece in order to understand the context.}}
	It was an idyllic summer day; the sun was shining, the breeze was light, and the sky was cloudless. I should have been out enjoying the wonderful afternoon, but instead I was inside the Pig and Whistle sitting on a cushion and nursing a grape soda while trying to salvage some shred of self-esteem.		It was an idyllic summer day; the sun was shining, the breeze was light, and the sky was cloudless. I should have been out enjoying the wonderful afternoon, but instead I was inside the Pig and Whistle sitting on a cushion and nursing a grape soda while trying to salvage some shred of self-esteem.
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	Last night I had run into a giant shark morph, gotten scared, and ran away. The reaction was understandable—I was a fox slightly larger than a housecat, and he was, quite simply, HUGE—almost a foot taller than Scott—but I still felt ashamed when I thought about it. I don’t usually lose control over my instincts like that, but I guess last night I just… slipped up.		Last night I had run into a giant shark morph, gotten scared, and ran away. The reaction was understandable—I was a fox slightly larger than a housecat, and he was, quite simply, HUGE—almost a foot taller than Scott—but I still felt ashamed when I thought about it. I don’t usually lose control over my instincts like that, but I guess last night I just… slipped up.

	~~{{add\|~~“Hey there little guy.” Came a voice, interrupting my self-deprecation.}} I turned my head and was startled to see the shark morph I had been pounding myself over crouching nearby. ~~{{add\|~~Once again I felt the urge to flee but this time I managed to keep myself still.}}		“Hey there little guy.” Came a voice, interrupting my self-deprecation. I turned my head and was startled to see the shark morph I had been pounding myself over crouching nearby. Once again I felt the urge to flee but this time I managed to keep myself still.

	“It’s alright—I won’t hurt you.” The shark continued, in what I imagined to be the closest thing his resonating voice could get to a soothing tone. I continued to stare and he held out a webbed hand—a gesture I recognized as a way to show animals you don’t mean them harm. Great; first he scares me into my instincts and now he thinks I’m a wild animal. This guy was not good for my self-esteem.		“It’s alright—I won’t hurt you.” The shark continued, in what I imagined to be the closest thing his resonating voice could get to a soothing tone. I continued to stare and he held out a webbed hand—a gesture I recognized as a way to show animals you don’t mean them harm. Great; first he scares me into my instincts and now he thinks I’m a wild animal. This guy was not good for my self-esteem.

	~~{{add\|~~I wanted very much to ignore him, but I had no idea how he would react; and it would be unwise to make conflict with someone eight times my size.}} Playing along, I approached and gave his hand a curious sniff. No surprise—it smelled like salty fish.		I wanted very much to ignore him, but I had no idea how he would react; and it would be unwise to make conflict with someone eight times my size. Playing along, I approached and gave his hand a curious sniff. No surprise—it smelled like salty fish.

	“There we go!” The shark said happily when it became apparent I wasn’t about to run away. “I’m Jimbari by the way, and you’re—” his eyes flicked to my collar, “Jonas, right?”		“There we go!” The shark said happily when it became apparent I wasn’t about to run away. “I’m Jimbari by the way, and you’re—” his eyes flicked to my collar, “Jonas, right?”

	I nodded absently and he scratched me behind the ear, smiling as I gave a pleased ~~{{add\|~~(involuntary)}} growl. All I had to do was go along with it and he’d probably go away…		I nodded absently and he scratched me behind the ear, smiling as I gave a pleased (involuntary) growl. All I had to do was go along with it and he’d probably go away…

	“See? I’m not such a bad guy after all—nothing to be scared of.” Jimbari continued. “And I’m sorry if I frightened you the other day.”		“See? I’m not such a bad guy after all—nothing to be scared of.” Jimbari continued. “And I’m sorry if I frightened you the other day.”
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	I stared at his outstretched hand. Smack dab in the middle of his palm was a small, bone-shaped, pet treat.		I stared at his outstretched hand. Smack dab in the middle of his palm was a small, bone-shaped, pet treat.

	“I. Am. Not. A. Dog!” I barked, ~~{{add\|~~my indignation turning into anger.}}		“I. Am. Not. A. Dog!” I barked, my indignation turning into anger.

	Jimbari pulled back in surprise. “Ack!—you can talk?”		Jimbari pulled back in surprise. “Ack!—you can talk?”
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	I looked at him quizzically. “What I… thought of you?”		I looked at him quizzically. “What I… thought of you?”

	He nodded. “Strangers get scared when they see me—can’t blame them I guess, looking how I do, but it sucks. You’re the tenth person I’ve freaked out this week and I just couldn’t handle someone else thinking I’m a monster.”		He nodded {{add\|dejectedly}}. “Strangers get scared when they see me—can’t blame them I guess, looking how I do, but it sucks. You’re the tenth person I’ve freaked out this week and I just couldn’t handle someone else thinking I’m a monster.”

	I sighed, it was getting harder and harder to stay mad at this guy. “It’s alright; I guess we both messed up.”		I sighed, it was getting harder and harder to stay mad at this guy. “It’s alright; I guess we both messed up.”

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	{{Universe\|Pig and Whistle}}{{byline\|user=Lloyd Brunnel\|author=Lloyd}} {{WIP}} {{Critique requested}}		{{Universe\|Pig and Whistle}}{{byline\|user=Lloyd Brunnel\|author=Lloyd}} {{WIP}} {{Critique requested}}
			{{author note\|This story follows one of the events of [[Within and Without]]. I advise you read it before this piece in order to understand the context.}}
	It was an idyllic summer day; the sun was shining, the breeze was light, and the sky was cloudless. I should have been out enjoying the wonderful afternoon, but instead I was inside the Pig and Whistle sitting on a cushion and nursing a grape soda while trying to salvage some shred of self-esteem.		It was an idyllic summer day; the sun was shining, the breeze was light, and the sky was cloudless. I should have been out enjoying the wonderful afternoon, but instead I was inside the Pig and Whistle sitting on a cushion and nursing a grape soda while trying to salvage some shred of self-esteem.

	Last night I had run into a giant shark morph, gotten scared, and ran away. The reaction was understandable—I was a fox slightly larger than a housecat, and he was, quite simply, HUGE—almost a foot taller than Scott—but I still felt ashamed when I thought about it. I don’t usually lose control over my instincts like that, but I guess last night I just… slipped up.		Last night I had run into a giant shark morph, gotten scared, and ran away. The reaction was understandable—I was a fox slightly larger than a housecat, and he was, quite simply, HUGE—almost a foot taller than Scott—but I still felt ashamed when I thought about it. I don’t usually lose control over my instincts like that, but I guess last night I just… slipped up.

	~~My self-depreciation was interrupted when a voice called out,~~ “Hey there little guy.”		{{add\|“Hey there little guy.” Came a voice, interrupting my self-deprecation.}} I turned my head and was startled to see the shark morph I had been pounding myself over crouching nearby. {{add\|Once again I felt the urge to flee but this time I managed to keep myself still.}}

	I turned my head and was ~~surprised~~ to see the shark morph I had been pounding myself over crouching nearby. ~~Was he talking~~ to ~~me?~~

	“It’s alright—I won’t hurt you.” The shark continued, in what I imagined to be the closest thing his resonating voice could get to a soothing tone. I continued to stare and he held out a webbed hand—a gesture I recognized as a way to show animals you don’t mean them harm. Great; first he scares me into my instincts and now he thinks I’m a wild animal. This guy was not good for my self-esteem.		“It’s alright—I won’t hurt you.” The shark continued, in what I imagined to be the closest thing his resonating voice could get to a soothing tone. I continued to stare and he held out a webbed hand—a gesture I recognized as a way to show animals you don’t mean them harm. Great; first he scares me into my instincts and now he thinks I’m a wild animal. This guy was not good for my self-esteem.

	I ~~had a~~ very ~~strong desire~~ to ~~yell at~~ him ~~for his ignorance~~, but I ~~suppressed the urge~~ and ~~instead I got up and slowly walked over to his outstretched hand—my anger tempered by the fact that~~ it would be unwise to make conflict with someone eight times my size. Playing along, I gave his hand a curious sniff. No surprise—it smelled like salty fish.		{{add\|I wanted very much to ignore him, but I had no idea how he would react; and it would be unwise to make conflict with someone eight times my size.}} Playing along, I approached and gave his hand a curious sniff. No surprise—it smelled like salty fish.

	“There we go!” The shark said happily when it became apparent I wasn’t about to run away. “I’m Jimbari by the way, and you’re—” his eyes flicked to my collar, “Jonas, right?”		“There we go!” The shark said happily when it became apparent I wasn’t about to run away. “I’m Jimbari by the way, and you’re—” his eyes flicked to my collar, “Jonas, right?”

	I nodded absently and he scratched me behind the ear, smiling as I gave a pleased growl. All I had to do was go along with it and he’d probably go away… ~~or try to make me his pet.~~		I nodded absently and he scratched me behind the ear, smiling as I gave a pleased {{add\|(involuntary)}} growl. All I had to do was go along with it and he’d probably go away…

	“See? I’m not such a bad guy after all—nothing to be scared of.” Jimbari continued. “And I’m sorry if I frightened you the other day.”		“See? I’m not such a bad guy after all—nothing to be scared of.” Jimbari continued. “And I’m sorry if I frightened you the other day.”
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	I gave another growl of acknowledgement and he grinned even wider—I averted my eyes away from his razor-sharp teeth.		I gave another growl of acknowledgement and he grinned even wider—I averted my eyes away from his razor-sharp teeth.

	“Thanks man.” He said with a chuckle, ~~{{add\|~~“And here—” he added, taking something out of his pocket. “Consider it a peace offering.”}}		“Thanks man.” He said with a chuckle, “And here—” he added, taking something out of his pocket. “Consider it a peace offering.”

	~~{{add\|I stared at his outstretched hand. Smack dab in the middle of his palm was a small, bone-shaped, pet treat.}}~~

	~~Alright~~, ~~that does it!~~		I stared at his outstretched hand. Smack dab in the middle of his palm was a small, bone-shaped, pet treat.

	“I. Am. Not. A. Dog!” I barked.		“I. Am. Not. A. Dog!” I barked, {{add\|my indignation turning into anger.}}

	Jimbari pulled back in surprise. “Ack!—you can talk?”		Jimbari pulled back in surprise. “Ack!—you can talk?”
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	Jimbari looked up at me. “Really?”		Jimbari looked up at me. “Really?”

	“Really. ~~{{add\|~~I get a little… sensitive about my instincts sometimes. I shouldn’t have blamed you for my loss of self-control.”}}		“Really. I get a little… sensitive about my instincts sometimes. I shouldn’t have blamed you for my loss of self-control.”

	He gave another smile—this time one of relief. “Thanks man. And I am sorry for treating you like an animal.”		He gave another smile—this time one of relief. “Thanks man. And I am sorry for treating you like an animal.”