Rings and Orange slowly approached Mishmash as he fished around a bowl of fish for a strange feather-like shape. "Hello, Mister Mi-" Rings stopped as Mishmash scuttled up to her face. "I've been considering things that start with the letter M. Have you any idea why a raven is like a writing desk?" he whispered before bursting into psychotic laughter and padded away. "What happened to you? You used to be the most serious One, but now you keep ravens in drawers to feed on termites." Orange pondered as Mishmash shoved a bunch of termites into a drawer. He chuckled. "I've become insane with long intervals of horrible SANITY." he snickered as he grabbed his head, balanced on one foot, and held it on the tip of his paw.
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