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*watches the chaos*

*bounces in hopped up on twenty-eight twenty-eight ounce bottles of RocketFuel Espresso (no longer available to order in that size in or around Stormwind after the passing of laws so illegally obtained by smuggling them from Ironforge) and seventeen ice cream cakes in the shape of various animals she could only dream of since she's too scared to leave Stormwind*

H-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i.
T-t-t-t-t-tth-thth-er-er-er-ere.

*scrambles to Pippo's back and proceeds to give him a massage with her vibration and leading him to the Cathedral for another attempt at the Raving Raptor Revenge*

*stares wide eyed in terror, instantly casting ice block in hopes that the site will be erased from her memory*

*passes Sizy as she's on her way to the Cathedral. Spying the multiple cans of RocketFuel Espresso on her person, he pauses to rapidly query the youthful gnome who's practically glowing with energy as she passes*

Good day to you Miss Sizy! *waves*
I see you enjoy this Rocket Fuel drink! I have never tasted nor tested its benefits. Where might I obtain or purchase a can of my own?

Grimtote pauses as he hears the bewhiskered gnome call out to the jittery mounted gnomess. Hearing of Rocket Fuel drink, he swings around to the opposite side of Sizy's mount, away from the hailer, hoping she will stop, as he will try to snatch one or two from her satchels if she does.

Sizy turns about on Pippo's back scrambling to find the source of the voice and notices that two gnomes are wandering around her. Through her vibrating haze, she waves to both of them.

"My you're tall."

Fumbling in the pockets on her saddle bags, she throws empty cans onto the ground looking for a full one, but coming up empty. Her voice carries over the delightful groans of Pippo as she yells in vibrating staccato.

"Sorry, it's my dad's drink. He sells them in Ironforge. Look for Fizzy SodaCoil."

As she pulls out a final can, she pops the top and chugs it. Twenty nine. Today was now a record and her heels spurred Pippo on faster. Raving Raptor Revenge suddenly transformed into Vibrating Velociraptor on a Bear's Back. No one was safe as they bounded towards the cathedral. Brother Ben and Arthur would surely wet themselves at this rampaging sight.

It was a warm, drowsy afternoon, and Chambliss was leaning back on his mount in the shade of one the Cathedral District's buildings. With his special Watch-issued patrol officer shades over his eyes, the only way in which a casual observer could tell that he wasn't (entirely) asleep was that his head would, on occasion, slowly turn to follow a particularly attractive passerby as they all traveled at a respectable speed up and down the street.

Suddenly, something (it was traveling too fast to tell what exactly), almost caused him to fall off his horse in surprise as it blazed past him. Coming fully awake, he stared at the speed-o-meter mounted on the top of his horse's head, which was showing a blinking infinity symbol.

"Whoa, that's like..." He paused to calculate. "Way too fast!"

He slammed his palm down on the activation switch for his portable alarm-o-bot, and with the siren blaring he kicked his mount into high gear to give chase.

Grim grabbed a couple of cans, threw them in his pack and raced for the Tram. It wasn't until he got back to his Ironforge warehouse that he found there wasn't even a drop to be found among any of them.

He threw a tantrum and the can in his hand. The shattering of his glass alembic and condensers proved that his aim, unlike his luck, was good tonight.

Darn that girl!