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Artisan watched hopefully as Armando released the firefly, and then explained that it was all Artisan's fault. No! His jaw dropped and his ears craned forward to listen, then Art ran forward to the base of the skeleton and scratched angrily at it wishing he could climb. "Don't believe him, bugs! This stupid bastard started this whole thing, he's a liar and a thief and he can't even be honest about his own damn species!" The voice whispered again in his ear, and the sound was so startling that he swatted a paw out at it, accidentally slapping a firefly in the process. Realizing his mistake, Artisan sat and frowned up at the bug. "I'm sorry, buddy, that's his fault, too. He brings out the worst in me, and it seems even the worst of your friends." His head gestured to the firefly that was released and began to beat upon Armando's pelt.  

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