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James, who had great reflexes, just stood there as sand flew across his face, only closing his eyes. As Moshy Gordon Ramsay-ed his pile of sand, he rethought all his life choices that had led him up to the day where his pile of sand was being judged by a lunatic named Moshpig. 

 "Moshy, there is nothing there," he pointed out. "Are you sure you aren't just imagining it?", he asked, getting very close to figuring out the truth. "Nah, why don't you show me where it is?" he asked, completely dismissing the idea, mostly because he is a stupid potato. A tilt of his head signified her to go ahead, as he had gotten slightly comfortable with the crazed wolf.