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[senseandcecilbility]

The problem with allowing Kevin to explore any market while unsupervised is that sooner or later he will stumble across one gambling den or another, which may or may not result in him being chased by burly individuals a little too eager to fold him into pretzelian shapes.  It is not that possessing a knack for estimating probabilities and having God on his side could ever be counted as cheating. It is just that rational explanations and assertions of fair play tend to fall on deaf ears when one's listeners have been stripped to their underthings. 

 

Honestly, some people just don't know when to stop. 

 

Not that Kevin himself is stopping any time soon. After a few twists and turns, one ruined spice stand, three turned trashcans and one stomped cat's tail, he is crashing right into you. Yes, you.

 

'Excuse me! Excuse me!'

 

The reason for his haste becomes quite apparent when a group of very angry beings belonging to a surprisingly varied selection of species turn around the corner. In compliance with universal protocol, they are also shouting and waving weapons in a most menacing fashion. A rather impressive feat, considering that they are, indeed, stripped to their underthings. 

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[maddeninghatter]

This city is full of lizard people, gigantic mechanical men and tentacled eldritch horrors. A flying butler is hardly likely to raise any eyebrows. Break is about to voice that opinion ("you could say you're a sort of bird") when it occurs to him how Kevin's remark actually sounds. He leaps back, blushing and sputtering, "That's not — "