[One well aimed gust of wind is enough to push the already quick moving top hat up higher into the air and into one of Dezel's waiting hands. He pulls the hat on with a smirk and then whips one end of the curtain out in front of Wildmutt, keeping a firm grip on the other.]
You want to play? Come on, then! Try to take this from me!
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You want to play? Come on, then! Try to take this from me!