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Sam was in the middle of making ugly blaergh-urgh-yuck faces when his eyes locked onto a creature that was creepy-creepin' towards him across the unpleasantly crumbly ground. He froze. His mouth was on fire.

It had a mask. Sam had never seen anything so badass in his life. Everyone back home was some variant of grey on grey - any other color was the stuff of legend. A mask would have blown their tiny minds. If this wasn't the resident Big Bad or a high-ranking goon, they certainly had potential.

This could be it. The moment.

"HGLLLRRRRRTGH!" Sam gurgled loudly. His burning mouth had filled with drool while he had been staring, and the intended "hello" came out as a wet sort of facial fart.