[A bit different than usual as a show of his new ability, Clarence revives in a wave of crackling static in the arcade, his room much larger than before. He'll find that he's not alone either (--not that he's ever really alone, right?). A radio plays triumph music as he finds consciousness again]
good job friend, good job!
you sent that little piggy crying wee wee wee
all the way back to the fog
that deserves a reward don't you think?
I think so.
[Clarence's mind hums, all his new abilities ingraining themselves in his mind. With a new handful of techniques at his disposal and no need for sleep, surely he'll find himself preoccupied for a good while.]
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good job friend, good job!
you sent that little piggy crying wee wee wee
all the way back to the fog
that deserves a reward don't you think?
I think so.
[Clarence's mind hums, all his new abilities ingraining themselves in his mind. With a new handful of techniques at his disposal and no need for sleep, surely he'll find himself preoccupied for a good while.]