Board Thread:Off-topic/@comment-26668027-20151224172045/@comment-25908355-20151225180246

Bixbite: I can talk to any animal.

The mouse finishes squeaking. Bixbite lays him down, but he insists to stay with Bixbite, jumping on her foot and sitting there.

Bixbite: Okay then, little guy. We'll go on adventures together.

She turns to Cydronite.

Bixbite: He says that he saw people wearing masks entering the building and taking my coworkers upstairs.

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Onyx fires, and the rocket soars through the air and tears off one of the gunship's wings, but it doesn't destabilize it.

Melanite: Hit it again! HIT IT AGAIN!