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*Outside the Ark in a quite little place just off to the side of the enterance stood Bumble Bee, Skip Dash, and the giant rabbit that was the femme's shell. Gathered with them was a large tub, a hose, and many, many bottles of tomato juice.*

Are you sure this will work? *looking skepticle and holding her nose.*

Gah! I only seem to come to this thing when I need help. Well I finaly found my shell and it's a complete MESS! The thing is absolutely filthy and I'm taking it immediately to the wash rack ( Read more... )

Primus.... this is so embarassing, but... could somebody help me find my pretender shell? o__o ( Read more... )

Finaly putting one of these things up and jumping back in.


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*With a start Skip Dash was awake, but she was confused almost instantly. This wasn't where she had fallen asleep, was it all a dream? No, she didn't think so, somehting wasn't right with where she was now. She was in robot mode laying down in what felt like a very confined space and a window or something was over her. There were stars everywhere, ( Read more... )