Get that shit away from me. [Dixon, having limited self-preservation instinct, reaches forward to push Alacruun's muzzle and teeth away.] Capable my ass.
[A pause.]
Wait, a talking mouse? Where'd we get a talking mouse? I had a dream about that. [Dreams, half-remembered things, etcetera seem to be having more and more of a formative influence on what's going on here. And, Dixon realizes, it felt real enough that he's not sure if it was a dream or a hallucination (he's was real fucked up during the detox) or a past life or what.
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[A pause.]
Wait, a talking mouse? Where'd we get a talking mouse? I had a dream about that. [Dreams, half-remembered things, etcetera seem to be having more and more of a formative influence on what's going on here. And, Dixon realizes, it felt real enough that he's not sure if it was a dream or a hallucination (he's was real fucked up during the detox) or a past life or what.