[test]

[eatdirt]

[there's a bluebird on the beach, apparently arguing with a seagull]

You wanna go!? Huh!

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[allsoulmate]

[ There is a blue dog. Also on the beach. He seems lost, but stops at the scene. ]

Ah...

[eatdirt]

—hey, shoo, dog! Get in line, I was here first!

[in line for... a half-eaten tiny crab? ok birds]

[allsoulmate]

I do not want it.

[eatdirt]

Nuh uh. I know dogs. You eat everything and anything, the smellier the better.

[allsoulmate]

I am not a dog. I am a machine.

[eatdirt]

What?

[allsoulmate]

I am not a dog. I am a machine.

... designed to look like a dog. My name is Ren.

[eatdirt]

Oookay, Ren...

Just don't eat my crab.

[allsoulmate]

I will not.

... however, if you are not a machine and can talk, what are you?

[eatdirt]

Bluebird, duh.

[allsoulmate]

A bluebird does not have any recorded capability of human speech or intelligence.

[eatdirt]

Learn something new every day, don't you? Now I have some very important business to get back to, please excuse us.

[gestures to the seagull and the crab. the seagull is trying to eat a seashell.]

[allsoulmate]

... very well.

[ GOING TO AVOID THE WEIRD BIRD AND CONTINUE TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHERE HE IS THEN ]

[eatdirt]

...












[after like THREE WHOLE MINUTES of deeply withheld silence]

You're going the wrong way.

[allsoulmate]

Ah... there is a right way?

[eatdirt]

[hops in a neat circle and points with her wing]

The town is that way.

[allsoulmate]

Is that so? Thank you for your assistance.

[eatdirt]

Yeah, come on, I'll show you. That stupid gull kicked sand all over the crab anyways.

[allsoulmate]

Thank you. I am sorry about your meal.

[eatdirt]

[flutters a little more brightly]

It's fine. I'll find a french fry or something later. People here drop food everywhere.

[allsoulmate]

I see. It is good that such a waste is useful to someone.

[eatdirt]

Birds have to eat. People have to make gross messes.

[allsoulmate]

Yes, it seems to be the way of the world.

[eatdirt]

You say big things for a little purse dog.

[allsoulmate]

Is that so? It would be on account of the personality I am installed with.

[eatdirt]

Say smaller things.

[allsoulmate]

Very well.

[ SO. NOTHING AT ALL. AS HE PITTAR PATTERS TO TOWN. ]

[eatdirt]

That doesn't mean say nothing!

[allsoulmate]

Ah... my apologies.

[eatdirt]

You need to talk so people can understand you without being a poet or a dictionary.

[allsoulmate]

Understood. I will speak slowly and use small words.

[eatdirt]

[SWEETLY]

Thank you.

[allsoulmate]

No problem.

[eatdirt]

So you're a machine, huh? Full of gears and big, loud, grinding parts?