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[unfortunatesole]

How many people do you think there are there?

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[unfortunatesole]

How can there be too many?

[trappedwithin]

Easy - there is more than just me.

[unfortunatesole]

Do you know them all?

[trappedwithin]

No, I don't. Do you?

[unfortunatesole]

Not even one.

[trappedwithin]

It seems you do now.

[unfortunatesole]

Really? What's walking like?

[trappedwithin]

I was referring to the others you were talking to here.

[GRUNT]

Walking is... interesting? I'm not really sure how to explain it. Besides -

[He holds up a massive paw where a hand should be.]

I'm not exactly the best one to ask about the feeling.

[unfortunatesole]

Oh. Well, it was a little confusing.

You've got feet - they're called feet, right? That's more than I've got! You could try explaining, if you want. I'm not much good at... wording either.

[trappedwithin]

[Oh, Ariel - you know how to ask the wrong person - er - Beast.]

I suppose you could call them 'feet'.

[He pauses to take a seat and holds up one of his back paws.]

I dunno. There's weight. You feel pressure on them when you're walking - the feel of the ground under you. Sometimes it's hard ground. Sometimes it's grass. Other times, you're walking over uneven ground like rocks.

[unfortunatesole]

[Common sense is for people who don't make deals with sea witches i mean what.]

Oh. I think I understand. And you don't fall over? Does it hurt? I mean, if it's too uneven?

[trappedwithin]

Sometimes you fall over and it does hurt.

[It's hard to be annoyed with someone who seems so naive.]

What is your name?

[unfortunatesole]

My name's Ariel. What's yours?

[trappedwithin]

Most call me 'Beast'.

[unfortunatesole]

What if I'm not most?

[trappedwithin]

Trust me - you are.