Theme? Can be anything, even sssssssiN

You might change your mind but, ok

Yeah uh- I have none, but I want to use my moody lil shit, Trap.

And ok

We did that before but- ok- my immediate suggestion is get sucked into STU: F- bc yes god damn it yes

No, that got really bad and awkward last time. Just have the characters seperate from the cartoon characters and stuff-

Yeah- ok- YOU’RE STARTING. Doesn’t matter what OC you use, just use an OC of some sort

Well, you can use your irl self

Shut the **** up it will be fine 🔫😤

I Ok

Uhh, house? Living room, watching the new episodes and what not on the tv

* Trap yawned and woke up, rising from the bed and tearing the tattered bed sheet again. * “ damn it. “ * he went straight to the kitchen and made real rich coffee. SLuRP. *

“ uurgh, kid’s singing again. It’s been the 6th time the past three days. “ * he slurped more of his coffee and sat in the living room with a newspaper, trying the solve the crossword puzzle. *

“ …if he breaks that guitar I’m gonna be so pissed- “ * he stopped his puzzle and went inside Gold’s room. * “ Oi, what are you doing? “

(Wait SeTH- PaSSeD? W h) “ …well, a guitar’s not exactly a banjo so I can’t help ya. What? Yeah, I played the banjo. So what? “ >:(

“ . . . I . A m . N o t . A . H i l l y B i l l y . “ +-+ * he glared daggers into Gold, his fists clenching. The knife on the tip of his tail twitched. *

“ mrr…it was an offensive joke…I played that banjo as a JOB. Kid musician or whatever. Hated that job though. “ * he looked over to the Tv, noticing the show. * “ hey, you watch this show a lot. Wasn’t it…Stephen Undo verse? Steven Universe? “

“ Hmm. Well, l-let’s not think about…d-dead people. “ * he seems nervous about something. 👀 * (oh also, Anon is your OC now bc you got the adopt. No giving it back to me >:( ) “ So, what’s this…Steven Universe Future about? “

(Not anymore, I don’t want her >:(( “ …Yikes. That poor kid. What’d he do to deserve that? “ * he tilted his head to the side, curious yet also concerned. *

(JUST TAKE HER OK?? SCREAMS) “ Holy f- that kid has been through WAY TOO MUCH! He needs a therapist. Bad. more than I do… “ * he muttered the end sentence, the rest normal talking. *

“ haha…can I watch some episodes? “ * he chuckled awkwardly. * (THANK YOU)

* he smiled back, and clicked back to episode 1, starting to binge watch Steven universe Future. *

“ d’aww, lil space cat…wait…space rocks and space cats… “ <>.<> * he went back to watching the episodes, groaning on commercials. *

* finally…the last episode. He watched it eagerly. * (you act out the transportation thing because I have no ideas at all.) “ final episode. “ +o+

“ huh? Isn’t it supposed to have a title? Gold wake up- “ * he poked Gold while staring at the tv. *

“ GOLD WAKE THE **** UP. “ * he slapped gold hard, screeching at the hands coming from the tv and flattening to the wall. *

“ AH- MmPh- “ * his ability to talk was rendered disabled. He simply just gave in to the goo…? * (Sorry I took so long, milk and dad issues)

(Yummy milk tho, Butterscotch coffee mate syrup stuff is the bomb, I’m getting so many honey graham cracker vibes.) * Trap went limp and passed out for a while. * [ Later… ]

* It was morning, so Trap wasn’t exactly suited for waking up right then (he’s nocturnal 👀) but he woke up nonetheless due to Gold being a little $|-|!+ in the morning and stomping on him. * “ uuurgh…what…happened? “

“ …should I really wake him up? Yeah, I’m not doing this ‘alone.’ “ * he pinched gold hard on the arm, making sure to avoid laceration of gold’s skin. *

“ sorry- I just needed you awake. I’m…not exploring this place alone. Though this hill does look familiar…oh, and I’m not carrying your *BLEEEEEEP* *BLEEP* anytime soon. Oh, that’s new. “

“ bleed…? W-where am I bleeding!? Oh wait I can’t bleed anymore, I’m as dry as the Sahara… “ * he looked around, taking notes mentally that this seems very familiar. *

“ wait, is this…Beach City? I can see The Big Donut over there, oh, and funland! And judging from my visual calculations, we’re on the hill above the Temple! “ 🌟o🌟

O/o “ AaaAaAaAaaAaAaaAaAaAaaAaaAa- SSSsTOP ShaKiNg MEEeEeEe- “

“ y-yeah! Just don’t give me Springlocks- I don’t know if that’s still even possible anymore. Probably though- and it’s not fun for me… “ ;.;

“ …you sure this isn’t…you know? A dream? (Acid, he meant acid 👁👄👁) That this is real? It’s kinda suspicious. “

“ I- ok fair point. But pinch me on the cheeks then. See if I feel anything. “ * he started to lower his head and body down to Gold’s level. *

“ YEOWCH- that hurts- ok yep, real…DeaR GoD WeRe yOu WoRKiNG ouT?? “ ;.; * he recoiled and stood up, towering over poor 3 ft tall gold. (Spoiler- trap’s 5-7 feet taller than him 👀) *

(Same except I’ve been sleeping-) * he hissed, upset. His mood lowered to rage and hurt. * “ just shut up and we’ll find a way out of this. “

(Mm. I’m writing OC info shit on something bc of the need to-) “ I already kinda want to leave. I mean, gems attacking and almost killing us? Plus Asriel’s commands can’t exactly affect us here, I don’t think. “ (True, I can’t reach your signal from this far in dimensions. I’m entering the simplest command, the give command and it’s not working.)

“ C’mon…seriously? I’m pretty sure that because we look like human animal’s we’ll get attacked or something. I don’t like talking chances. “ * he muttered to himself quietly- * “ and I hate socializing… “ * he pouted and looked at the sea to the right of him. *

“ ow- SToP PuTTiNG DeNTS iN Me! “ >:C “ fiiiiine, I’ll go…but YOU’RE TALKING! “

* he kept up, carefully descending the hill. God he needs repairing. Maybe go visit a mechanic you idiot. With his digitigrade legs, it was easy to run faster than gold. * (screech)

(YeS and it’s aDoRaBLe) “ blech, sand. Get everywhere in me and I hate showers. Showering is also why I hate sand, I have to take a *BLEEP* shower to get it out. “ * Trap glitched when he bleeped, his non-molten eye taking on the technical difficulties color screen for a moment, then disappearing. His form glitched through several of his previous forms before stopping on his modern form or current form. *

“ I…I’m not sure. I feel like something just…clicked in me and now something’s off. Hah…hahah…I’m fine though. “ * he simply sat in the grass, trying not to burn anything. * (ok so- who role plays as Steven- or something-)

“ You’re furry, that’s why. Your fur is tickling yourself. “ >-> (no u- Trap’s a handful already. SuCH MooDy Boi- I- KAJNDJDJSKS.)

“ Huh? Is it just me, or did that sound like…Steven? Oh, boy…this really IS beach city. I’m stuck in my OWN TYPV OF ALL THINGS! Well, at least it’s not a mirror or anything, that’d drive me up the wall. “ * He grumbled, then scooted over to Gold. *

TV*

“ I’ll shut up now. “ * he “zipped” his own mouth with his hand, pretending his mouth was a zipper. He shuffled over to behind Gold, keeping the dripping lava of his wings far away from the water. *

“ . . . “ * a muffled hiss came from the zippered mouth, and little puffs of steam swirled from Trap’s nose. He attempted to say “ I AM NOT AN IDIOT. “ but it was muffled by the zippered up cake hole. * (shut up Trap, you totally are an idiot.)

(ReMeMBeR~ when provoked, on a scale of 1 to 10 his Aggressiveness is a 9-10~ yOu BeTTeR WaTCH iT. C:) * he opened his mouth and inhaled air. Then began to speak. * “ I don’t like the way he looks at me, it’s like he’s checking me out in a hostile enemy-like way. “ * he let out a small hiss at Steven, then curled his noodle arms around Gold protectively. (WHiCH iS SuRe LiKe SPiNeL aiN’T iT?) *

“ I can be. But if YOU don’t threaten me or him, you’ll be fine. That’s all there is to it. “ * He smiled a toothy grin, trying to seem friendly but only making himself look even more threatening…? * (Trap you absolute fool you’re scaring the poor baby boi)

“ o-oh! Sorry, I can be terrifying it’s my looks and raspy voice. I really don’t mean any harm. “ ^^, * he went down to Steven’s level since he looks terrifying when looming over them. * “ Do you forgive me? “ '^'

* He glared daggers into Gold, then took Steven’s hand and stood back up. * “ so…where do we go? I mean, we’re here for now, I guess. “

“ oh? Like what? I’m curious what there is do! “ * His eye sparkled at Steven’s words. He likes fun. Kinda. *

* his wings lifted higher, they were almost touching Steven’s hair- that wasn’t a good thing. * “ I’m excited. “ +v+

“ oh, sorry, I forget about those sometimes. Can you believe I can actually fly with them? They’re just blobs of lava. I mean, everything about me is impossible and defies physics…but that's just me for ya! Heheheh…I’m not funny. “ * his chuckling died down to silence, leaving a pretty depressed looking Trap. *

(YES YES YES YES KSNIIWIAJSJWJ Y E S)

“ Anyway, where do we go? “ ✨v✨ * His mood lightened almost immediately. Why does this feel so familiar…? *

“ well, ok…! Schools were never my thing but I’m interested. “ * he looked almost like he was holding back something. Or someone? H m m . . . *

“ great, cause my feet are starting to hurt from the sand. I hate sand. Gets everywhere. “ * he started to complain about how much he hated sand while they walked to Little Homeschool. * (ahhh, such a mood.)

“ sand is HORRID! With my high heat, if I stay in sand too long I get stuck in glass. Trust me, I learned the hard way! My rump still hurts from last summer… “ * he grumbled, getting ticked over sand. *

“ Woah. This is a nice place! How long did it take you guys to build it? “ * he looked around in awe. *

“ well, it seems to be worth it! And building anything this big? It’d take me forever. And I don’t have forever, hah…that turned grim real fast. “ * he winced at his own words. *

“ hah, if only I was tough. To be truthful… “ * he whispered in a low tone. His voice was barely decipherable. * “ I’m a real softie. Both kinds of soft… “

“ THAT’S CAUSE I CARE ABOUT YOU, GOLD! CAN I NOT DEFEND YOU!? “ * he screamed at Gold. Trap this isn’t the time, Steven’s here- *

“ …let’s just continue the tour… “ * he went silent and wouldn’t say another word. *

“ . . . “ * Trap’s true depression really shined then. He started to spiral into a break down slowly but surely… *

“ ksnddjsk… “ * he started crying orange, glowing lava tears and hugged Gold. Hard. * (Steven’s just like: what the *bleep* is going on here??)

* this stayed like this for a while before Trap finally coped enough to get back to normal. * “ S-Sorry…this happens too often…I hate breakdowns. “

“ m-maybe we should just go somewhere else. “ * he told Steven, with a sad look on his face. * “ o-or we could…keep touring? “ (surprised no other people/gems had noticed this racket-)

“ that would be nice. “ * he smiled and took Steven and Gold’s hands. *

“ …this is a nice house! Kinda tight because of my height, but it’s no less cozy in here. “

“ heh heh. That’s cause you’re tiny, Gold. “ * he went over to sit on the couch, but stopped in his tracks. * “ er- May I sit on the couch? “ ;;

“ ok! I just don’t wanna be rude. I mean, we already have been… “ * he sat next to Steven, telepathically packing up his wings and keeping it away from everything. *

“ haha! Yeah! He is…don’t ask why, he’ll attempt to shred you but fail. “ * he whispered back. *

* he laughed loudly, sounding like a dying cat on it’s last wheezing breath. * “ hahahah…you guys crack me up… “

“ PFF- HAHAHAHAHA- YOU JUST LOOK ADORABLE WITH YOUR CHEST ALL FLUFFY AND POOFED- HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH- “ * more laughter ensues. *

“ yes you are. Don’t deny it. “ * he booped Gold on the nonexistent nose. *

“ wait how do you even sneeze- you have no nose…hmm. Well, that’s another question to the Unsolvable questions list. We have over 100 questions on that thing…jeez. “ * he pondered for a second before snapping back to reality. Literally. His leg broke off at the end of the fluffy part, where the digitigrade begins. * “ aaaaw COME OOOOON! I really need a better body… “

“ y e s . It happens every week. I’m working on a prototype body for myself, but it’ll be a while before I can finish. At least…4 months? 5 maybe. “

“ heh! I’m surprised this body survived this long. Ten years I think? Maybe 15. I can’t remember. “

“ yeah…it’s just sticks and fur at this point. Well, got any metal or screws? I can patch it up for about another week’s amount. “

“ oooooh boy. If we go to Peridot, Gold might just have a heart attack. He’s crazy for her. N-not in a love kind of way- like, an idol or something? “ ^^,

“ Told ya…it gets tiring hearing him screech her name at 3:00 am…like, dude that’s PAST YOUR BED TIME, GOLD- “ * he was obviously upset over Gold not sleeping. *

“ EXACTLY! like, god it gets on my nerves…MY NERVES DON’T EVEN WORK ANYMORE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA…haha… “ * he laughed insanely to himself. *

“ hey, you ever thought about therapy? You seem kinda down on yourself. Hell, you might even need more than me and I need it badly. But I never get to have it. All the therapists decline my requests. “ * he sighed quietly. *

“ you sure man? You’ve gone through a lot, i can tell. “ * he stared into Steven’s eyes, locking the gaze. Sincerity flooded into Trap’s eye. *

“ ok, if ya say so. Just, think twice, okay? And don’t be afraid to tell another person or gem. It’s not ok to be sorry for being yourself and getting help. “

“ …whatever. Who to get screws from? All I really need is a screw, honestly. “

“ yeah, better it be Bismuth. I don’t want your friend getting poofed. Gold can be…erratic and overexcited. “ (WHy Do I LeGiT WaNT To See WeReWoLF GoLD THaT’S LiKe- Way oFF ToPiC, SToP iT aSRieL!)

(WAIT CAMERA? JWHDBSSJJ W H A T) “ wait is there…someone watching us? And GoLD SNaP ouT oF IT! “ * he scolded Gold on his overactive behavior and started to look around nervously before going back to scolding gold. *

* Trap reached over, snatching Gold and shaking him up and down violently. * “ STOP HAVING A SEIZURE- “

“ dear gosh you’re becoming way too hyper. Anyway, don’t you guys feel like there’s a camera watching us? I’m kinda creeped out. I can feel millions of eyes watching my back and not necessarily in a good way. “

“ maybe it’s cause you’re used to it. I’ve never been broadcasted anywhere…except art- hehe…yeah it’s a long story- one that I prefer not to explain for the sake of your sanity. “

“ anyway, screws. Let’s go visit Bismuth? C’mon. “

“ hah! Now say jinx. Nah, kiddin. Let’s go. “ * he stood up and started to hop to the door on o*e leg. * “ hoping I don’t have to crawl and terrify citizens- “

“ uhh- Steven where is Bismuth’s- “ * he pretended to not know so he didn’t seem…stalker-like. yeaH THaT’S THe LiFe oF a NoN-CaRTooN CHaRaCTeR iN a CaRTooN FoR yA *

“ uhh…you do the talking. “ * Trap said meekly, attempting to lower down but almost falling face first. *

(Mk) “ Oh, come in Steven! “ “ Meep. “ * Trap stayed behind Steven. *

“ Oh, who is this? “ * She studied Trap curiously. * (NOT IN THAT WAY, NO NO NO NO.) “ i-I’m T-T-Trap. “ * shy intensifies. *

“ Well, what does he need help with? “ * she smiled a big grin. * “ I-I just need a s-screw…size 8? “

“ ah, size 8. I’ll go and check if I have any! “ * she walked to the back of the room searching through a drawer. * “ s-shut up gold! “ >:[

* she returned with a handful of small screws. * “ here are your screws! “ “ I just needed one…but thanks! “ * he took one from her handful of screws. *

“ oklet’sgobye- “ * he left as fast as he could. * “ wahet’s the deal with that guy? Scared of something eh? “ * she chuckled loudly. *

“ I CAN HEAR YOU! “ * a distant screech startled them all. * “ An award eh? Sure, I’ll take it. You’d best be going, he sounds frustrated. “

“ HEY! I CAN STILL HEAR YOU! “ * she laughed loudly. *

* she waved goodbye to them. * * he was way ahead, hopping at a high speed. *

* he was heading at top speed then tripped over a stray stone and launched a long distance face first into sand. * (poor Trap-)

* he struggled to get his head out of the sand. He lodged it pretty deep. * “ MMPH- “

* he finally got himself out, but there were bits of glass sticking on his face everywhere. * “ ow. “

“ OI, IT’S NOT FUNNY! fine I’ll just repair my leg here… “ * he reassembled the leg with the new screw and melted the tip of the screw to the joint of the leg. Not to the point where it wasn’t movable, but to the point that it was secure. *

“ …well, “ * he took gold and placed him on his shoulders. * “ what now? Leg’s fixed. “

* he noticed Steven was gone. * “ …oh. Well. Gold, what do we do? “

“ OI! GOLD! LISTEN TO ME! what do we do now!? “

“ try to find a way back? I mean, we could try the warp? But we’re not gems. Hmm… “

“ ok. “ * he placed gold down from his not-throne and followed him. *

* Trap’s legs squeaked like a cat on drugs. *

* Trap was tired of the noise, but the Fire inside him fueled energy for the long distance. * “ uurgh… “

“ er. You do it. “ * he returned to the shy demon he is. *

“ er- ok uh- “ * he stepped on the pedestal and focused his energy also. *

(I just imagine Steven watching, eating popcorn-) “ hey, it’s ok! We’ll find another way home… “

“ SaMe- and I can’t even curse anymore without glitching out heavily! Wait…glitch out…hmm. “

“ hmm. * BLEEP BLEEP BLEEEEEEEEP BLEEP BLEP BLEEP * “ * he glitched so hard, Trap started to scream in pain. * “ AAaAA@AaAa@@@AaAAaAaa/-\@AAAAa “

* Trap feel over on his side, glitching. After a while the glitching stopped, leaving a very distraught and traumatized Trap. * “ [] |/\| . “

“ …|\| [] . “ * he sat up, looking quite worse for wear. * “ that won’t work. Honestly, just makes you hurt really bad…felt like burning. So I have an idea what it’d do to you. And no, I’m surprisingly not immune to that kind of burning. “

“ what do we do…I have the feeling that if we stay too long, we’ll be stuck here forever. “ * he looked down at his left hand and gasped. The tips of the claws were starting to shift to the cartoon style of the show. * “ s-see? “

“ I think I’m starting to turn into an actual cartoon. This isn’t good this isn’t good- aaaaAAAAAAAAAAA “ (where is Steven lmao-)

(NNNNNNOOOoooOooOoOoOOoOoOo-) “ …you look fine…for now. It won’t be long before I’m full cartoon though. We need to find a way out of here, fast. “

(MayBe uH- JUMP OUT OF THE FOURTH WALL BY FOCUSING ON THE REAL WorLD THeN JuMPiNG towards where the screen would be-) “ …hmm…I have no ideas. You? “

“ hmm…wait, there’s gotta be a screen watching us. If we can try to escape to our house…? “

“ I know lil buddy…I do too. But we have to try to. “ * his Cartoonization was up to the palm, and spreading rapidly. He grabbed gold and faced the screen, jumping out at it. * (Cue Commercials.)

* They made it to reality, in their own house. No wait, this is the neighbor’s house- and oh look! A terrified family! * “ s-scuse us. “ * Trap ran out the door to his and Gold’s house. *

“ yep. We’re back. Might’ve terrified our neighbors but otherwise we’re ok. “ [ Theme shift to Werewolf! Gold ]

“ heh, wouldn’t be surprised if our adventure was a new special episode. Ehhhh, I’m tired…let’s go to bed. “ * …rays of sunshine crack through the window, shining on a sleepy Trap. *

(Gold escapes while Trap is asleep and explores the deep dark forest where he gets bit) “ zzz… “ * Trap was already asleep. *

“ zz. “

* having a wacky fever dream about bacon monsters and Corruption. * “ zzzz…nooo… “

(Mk) “ zzzz… “ * bacon bacon bacon * * The Wolf sniffed the air, catching Gold’s scent. They growled, heading in the direction of it. *

“ zz… “ * MoRe BaCoN * * The Wolf caught sight of it’s target. They stalked Gold, getting real close. *

(MoRe LiKe GReeN BuT oK-) * Trap is snoring his ****ing butt off, and fell off the chair onto the floor. * * The bluish gray wolf leapt at them, pinning them down and biting their arm. Then it leapt away into the brush. * (bluish Gray h m m ? ;])

(Can you guess who? ;}) * Trap started to wake up, and noticed immediately that Gold was gone. Panic mode set in, and he rushed into every room, screaming when Gold was in none of them. He noticed the back door was open, and he saw footsteps. He rushed outside and followed them. * “ GOLDGOLDGOLDGOLDGOLDGOLDGOLD WHaT- “

(WHA- SToP FReaKiNG ouT) * Trap spotted a small yellow figure and he turbo bolted towards it. He noticed the blood and the fur spiking. * “ WHAT HAPPENED!? “

“ wh- GoLD? “ * he became very concerned for his yellow friend. *

“ ok I uh- where have I seen this before- “ * he tried to get closer. *

“ OK THIS IS THE TIME TO RUN AWAY! “ * he ran away back to home screaming at the top of his dead lungs. *

* he slid inside, shutting the door behind him. * “ phew…he’s terrifying now… “ ;;

“ AAAH- oh come on…well, his mind seems to be erased. Maybe the photo method might help. “ * he went to the basement in search of the grand photo box. *

* he returned with a large bluish green box of photos, and trap started to show Gold a bunch of them. * “ Hah! Remember that time we had a lava fight? You were so scared, but you never actually got burnt! C’mon you have to remember that… “

“ Aw c’mon…ok, what about today? We met Steven! “

“ SERIOUSLY!? COME ON! DO I GOTTA SHOW YA ANON!? “

“ ooh, so I do. Ugh. “ * he ripped out a picture of Gold and Anon being buddies and showed it to Gold. *

“ aww. You won’t kill me? I hope not- “ * he started to reach for the door handle. *

* he opened the door. * “ ee… “

“ …ooooooookay then. “ (BITE HIM YOU FOOL!)

“ hah, you’re adorable when you don’t snap at my heels. “ (hint: DON’T BITE HIS METAL PARTS)

“ awww, too cute…I should not be saying this…BuT I aM! “ (TRAP YOU ABSOLUTE FOOL HAHA)

“ aww, wanna hug? I’m accepting it with open arms! “ ^^,

“ OK I REGRET EVERYTHING I’M SORRY I WAS JOKING I- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA “

“ OW, MY CHEST- AAaaaAAaaA “ * he shoved Gold off him and ran off. *

* a distorted and broken scream echoed into the night as Trap’s form shifted to a more draconic one. *

* a large fuzzy shadow approached the house, the lava dimming in light but strangely…not turning to obsidian? LoGiC. The figure growled, but not in bloodlust, no. Simple rage and anger. Oh, and is THaT a HiNT oF ReGReT~? * (HAHAH I’VE MADE A FOOL OF MYSELF.)

* the figure went up to the door, illuminated by the kitchen light. The dark green fur spiking, the figure rammed the door, hissing and roaring. *

* the figure glared at Gold, growling and banging on the door more. * (JESUS ****ING CHRIST HOW MUCH CAN THAT GLASS DOOR TAKE??)

* finally the door caved in, smashing into pieces all over the floor. Trap growled and bolted into Gold’s room just as Gold had escaped under the bed. He hissed and reached under the bed but couldn’t reach Gold. *

* Trap reached in further. He grabbed onto Gold, bringing him out and close. He growled at Gold, roaring in his face before yeeTiNG him at the wall. *

* Trap telepathically communicated with Gold. “ WHY’D YOU HAVE TO GO AND BITE ME? IT WAS A J O K E . “ he snarled, upset. *

* he relented from attacking further, and simply left the room, walking to the couch and attempting to see if there was a new STU: F episode. There was. ‘Chaotic Calamity.’ Trap brightened immediately, fumbling with the remote but managing to click play. *

* Trap started glancing back to Gold’s room every 30 seconds or so. * ,>>

(Agh Sorry Back personal issues) * Trap fumbled with the remote and paused the show, going over to Gold in his room. He linked minds again, talking to Gold again. “ I’m sorry. I was reckless and upset, and I shouldn’t have provoked you. “ *

* …Trap sat down opposite of Gold, falling asleep. *

* Trap instinctively curled around Gold. * “ zz… “ (agh so sleepY I-)

(I need sleep. I’m sorry but I gtg…I’ll pass out if I don’t stop.) * Trap was in his normal form, groaning and popping the air bubbles in his joints. * “ well, last night was a nightmare. “