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( denmark lands in a very undignified heap with an oof!, scrambling to his feet with speed and reflexes he usually doesn't show much anymore, because the kind of kidding around between best friends doesn't lend itself to fighting instincts of course! … and then he realises that the stuff he's gotta fight has suddenly vanished, and he's all grins again. )
Hah! Nor, look, I scared 'em off an' saved ya! ( SEEMS LIKE A GOOD TIME FOR A HUG he decides, going in for one as he adds: ) Forget about thirty years, it'll be three hundred!
[ The irritation Norway feels cannot be expressed on his face, rather in a sort of dark aura around his person if that is at all possible. It is also manifested in his fist lunging against Denmark's stomach before enough contact for a hug can be made. ]
Think'a how the foal feels. He's gonna be the runt, 'n no girls'll want him. Ya can relate.
I ain't a runt! I'm only a centimeter shorter than Sve and he cheats! ( denmark manages to wheeze, even as he collapses and attempts to spring back up again, because this is clearly the important part of whatever the hell nor just said.
once he's on his feet again — he's like one of those inflatable punching bags — he brushes grass stains off his trouser legs and is all smiles again. ) What foal? Ya mean the goat?
I came to surprise ya by seeing me. You're always sayin' I gotta appreciate mountains more, so now we're havin' a great best friends camping trip together! ( he even spreads out his arms — look at me enjoying being on top of a mountain — as he makes his grand proclamation. ) I already rescued ya from the weird goats so this is goin' amazin'!
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Hah! Nor, look, I scared 'em off an' saved ya! ( SEEMS LIKE A GOOD TIME FOR A HUG he decides, going in for one as he adds: ) Forget about thirty years, it'll be three hundred!
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Think'a how the foal feels. He's gonna be the runt, 'n no girls'll want him. Ya can relate.
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once he's on his feet again — he's like one of those inflatable punching bags — he brushes grass stains off his trouser legs and is all smiles again. ) What foal? Ya mean the goat?
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Do ya know what a goat looks like? [ He sighs; it's really so obvious. ] How'd ya get here? Weren't invited.
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