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/me [sub]keeps juggling faster, and faster, and faster, and faster, until the items themselves begin to blur into a collection of colors and vague shapes, rather than distinct entities. Little jolts of visible-- bright blue-- sparking electricity dance between each object, like a ring of lights surrounding the possessions she's got her projected hands on. [b]i mean, i'm as real as can be, b. the sequence of events that led you here might not, though. it's like a motherfuckin chain of nonsense with real shit on the ends, so you still might wanna talk to a shrink sometime. not about me, though-- they ain't never gonna fuckin believe you, haaaaaa. but i am real, and you gots ways to prove it should you decide you want to. you can verify me with all five senses, although i smell a lil like fuckin redpop all the time so if you ain't down with faygo it might not be the most pleasant sorta fuckin scent up ins. more importantly, i don't change when you blink. that's the deal with dreams 'n shit-- shit ain't all that consistent, overall. like how you can't read shit twice in a dream, if you can read it once in the first place. and a brain like yours, without any magic or psychic power to it, can't really create a hallucination as strong as the real motherfuckin world. i mean, i could, but i ain't got no reason to hide myself from'ya. i'm an honest kinda wicked clown, y'dig?[/b] The colors of the objects she's juggling start to bleed into one another. The gun's looking rather white, the cueball has the face of Milenko, the CD has the steel of the hatchet and all its nicks and scratches on its front surface, the hatchet has the gray of the gun, the pistol's got a pair of eyes, on it... it's almost like a work of art. Almost.[/sub]