you will find him here.

[Hybrid Holocaust]

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The coyote replied. Boring. A quick Hrm. I see, nothing to say, nothing to do, move on people, move on. Hybrid stared at the coyote blankly, trying to formulate a reply, and again, wondering if there was something broken in him. He couldn't think of anything to say. He'd said everything he remembered (and even a bit more, just for fun), but that was about it. Hybrid would have shrugged, but he did not want the other coyote thinking he was strange. That was no fun at all. (Or was it?)



Another reply: Anything else? Nope. Hybrid shrugged, trying to ignore his indignation. This coyote was rather rude. Hybrid felt as though he was being alienated by the other male's lack of adverbs -- and that he refused to acknowledge this loss. Or even say if they were really called adverbs (they could have been adjectives for all Hybrid knew).



Hybrid's blank stare continued. He waited a few seconds, trying to think of how to reply.



"Nuh," he grunted at last. "Well, maybe. You watch out for them freaks in Inferni. There's a real nasty fellow. Something like Hybrid Holocaust. He's a bit of a crank. Try not to talk to him. You look like you could beat'm, but I wouldn't go there. He's pretty outta it. Jus' keep yourself safe. We don't want you dead or nothing. You've gotta solve that murder," he acknowledged with a tip of his head.

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