*GaladrieloftheOlden gets back to her computer, somehow* Menelien could not sleep because of her splitting headache, so she crawled back out of the room and made her way back towards the table where Trippo the Hippo was seated, staring down at what looked like... a tissue box with a styrofoam cup duct-taped to it. "Excuse me, Trippo... but what exactly is that?" she asked, as he looked up.
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"Glue... very powerful stuff."
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