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What was happening to his lungs was the oddest feeling Artisan had ever felt. His chest moved to breath, but his breath came out of it's own accord and earlier then his lungs had deflated to release it. His fur stood on end and his eyes widened, shock visible in his every muscle. Artisan's gaze slowly moved up from the firefly to his arch-nemesis, where he met the raccoon's gaze with an almost pleading expression.

"I think, I think you just took my breath away." He accused, sounding as shocked as he looked. "I thought that was just an expression but no, no, it happened." One decorated paw lifted and beat against his chest hard, and he gave a few inhales and exhales to test to see if it would happen again. Nope. "What. The. Fuck. What did you make them do to me!?"

"Speech"