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[ cue: a pile of rocks, one seemingly more... in motion than the others. ]

Can Iaccckhhhh... Iacho. Come out?

[ ...and his head peaks out, finger waggling. ]

This month was suka... ssssssssssshca... scary. You. All. Scary.

[ there's no mistaking that sudden Clock beat; Iacho knows. Iacho can tell. And so, Iacho is peeking worriedly from under a table for this recording - ]

It's... oooooh...kay. Missster Ben. Ha... haw.... Hoooo? Hawkins.

Iacccccho will. Still pppppplay with you. We have the ppp-phhh-professsssssor's. Shoe.

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[ the camera stops on Iacho, who seems to be playing with a sand castle. One of the parts crashes, and the creature pokes at it questioningly. ]

It...feeeeeeeelllll?

[ it gets up, dancing joyously and inevitably stomping on the rest of its sand castle - ]

It fell down! It fell dooooown! Dddown! Down! Doooooown! It ffffell! It...i... it fell! ( Read more... )

[ a little rock-person shifts by a box of twigs, creeping up slowly on its edge to peer in -- ]


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