[Okay, now - now he actually chuckles. At commemorating phallic architects.]
Do you now. You could build a sandcastle for it— that might stop the urge to swim out there.
[He glances down - then stoops, scooping up yet another abandoned eyeball. Hm!! His little dog yips, but he holds it up and tosses it towards Ianthe, instead. Ball count: one.]
For accuracy. [an eye....] Well. Creative license.
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Do you now. You could build a sandcastle for it— that might stop the urge to swim out there.
[He glances down - then stoops, scooping up yet another abandoned eyeball. Hm!! His little dog yips, but he holds it up and tosses it towards Ianthe, instead. Ball count: one.]
For accuracy. [an eye....] Well. Creative license.