[Frisk trots along through the middle of the room, keeping a firm grip on their stick and glancing around for anything of note— everything is regular, up until they glance at a comment box off to the side and see a piece of paper sticking out.]
[They wander over, pluck it out, and read it.]
"...Hey, here's a thing," [they say, turning around and waving the paper in the air.]
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[They wander over, pluck it out, and read it.]
"...Hey, here's a thing," [they say, turning around and waving the paper in the air.]