Nearby normal rock: “ppqt...”
He walked over to the rock, shifting to his human form. "Are you a mimic?"
Right in front of you normal rock: “ibibibibibibibib, op.”
He spoke slowly. "Hel....lo...."
(("*))
Rock: “Ifm....mp....” it sounded like it was mocking him.
He grinned, chuckling. "Ha ha, very funny."
((What? Fight to the death? Who cares, look at this sweet rock!))
((Pretty much.))
Rock: “mpm zpv tpvoe xfjse.”
((How big is the rock))
((Like at least 16))
((Wut))
((As in will it fit in his pocket))
((Unless you have other stuff in it, like a necromancers repent, runes, space time residue, a bar of soap, a pink fedora, etc etc, yeah.))
((Hey! It's not pink!))
((It's.... fuschia.))
((Oh, sorry for presuming.))
((Talk more in the morn. Adios!))
((Correctyes audios))
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