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[danesaxed]

[Nation-tans and people alike will notice a unusually somber Denmark sitting on his front porch, and next to him is a very tall mountain of alcohol of the Scandinavian variety well, as close as the town can get. With another loud sigh, he tosses the can somewhere in the vague direction of the trash can and opens another]...What is it with this

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[bustydefense]

... Something happen to one of your friends too?

[danesaxed]

Yeah, same story--like my 'son', something happened to my friend/ex-wife/neighbor Norge...

Finally saw him for the first time in ages, and he...smiled and greeted me.

[shakes his akavit can and looks at the bubbles]

That look in his eyes, wasn't Norge at all.

Much less him talking to me so happily, last time that happened...well, that was too long ago for him to repeat.

[bustydefense]

[Mia looks away]

I'm sorry. It's... it's horrible to not see them in their bodies anymore.

[danesaxed]

...Y-yeah, it's...just down right creepy is what it is.