30"Woof woof!" T. Zara gestures with his drink at the ducks. "Nyah nyah nyah!" Then he sticks his front teeth over his lip like they're buck teeth and chomps them up and down fast like he's a beaver.
Judd just stands there and frowns as the ducks waddle around.
T. Zara puffs twice, like he's smoking a cigar, then turns in a circle. "Crinkle crinkle!" Again, he waves his drink at the ducks, more emphatically this time. "Trinkle tinkle!"
Judd puts his left hand over his mouth and talks softly to Moldfinga. "I think I'm supposed to juggle those ducks. What should I do?"
I've got advice, but I keep it to myself. Clearly, he ain't craving my help anymore.
(Too bad I can't just split like I did before. I'm sure he and Finga would be very happy together without me.)
"Panonica!" T
