Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-29194274-20170616234922/@comment-27344811-20170704173332

Scrabber is touched. He may see the human race evil as a whole, but now he knows it's more than what it seems. He had been wrong. All wrong.

He sits down. He now feels incredibly guilty. Those people in the buildings...

Gnash calms down. He sits down too.

"Hey Scrabber?"

"What."

"I got an idea! What if there were socks, but for your face?" He says as he lays down. "It would keep your snout toasty."

Scrabber sighs.