Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27701081-20170117042224/@comment-27701081-20170204144831

"Explanation? All I did was tell her she was on her own, and that she MIGHT get killed. Was it too much?" Someone responded, walking over to The Thing. It was a brown dog wearing a green bowtie, holding some blueprints in one paw, and a toolbox in the other. "Muffin. Nice to meet ya."

(Your probably wondering, 'How did Muffin freak Rachel out of her wits?'. How do I put this... She just did.)