Espen has been plying with Moon Sand for the last 20 minutes. He normally starts off doing the usual Moon Sand things, making blocks, smushing it into molds and driving his toy cars through it. After a while though he starts to act a little spastic with the 'sand'...
Espen: (putting his face in the moon sand)
Jeremy: HEY! Stop poking your fae in there, you're going to get Poconos!
Zing.
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