[well. if he knew finding someone like this on a different world was easy, Ankh wouldn't have spent so long trying to figure out what the hell a 'Full House' was and how to hide cards up his non-existent sleeves. the monster arm popped off the detective's body (Shingo going to his knees and shaking his head at the sudden transition) and started to gather up the raining Medals. all he needed was enough to go from the grimy browns and greens to the brilliant reds and greens and yellows like a fancy parrot's feathers.
then the arm slides back into place and Ankh stands up.]
no subject
then the arm slides back into place and Ankh stands up.]
Interesting. What are you made out of?