1198 >Syb: home

You knock on the glass ... --- -- .  "home".  It's the only thing you can "say" given that your vocal chords probably don't exist, and your arm is a tentacle, so that must mean you have gills, and even if you had lungs, they'd be submerged in the green paradox liquid.  You like "home".  It's nice, warm, and you feel well saturated.

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