[With his tail free, JW wanders down into his lair. Then he wanders deeper where he kept more precious things like paper and cloth. He's gone for a while--almost long enough for one to suspect he's slithered off somewhere to one of his many back doors but suddenly his head appears once again.]
[Around his neck is a bundle made of cowhides stitched together and a scrap of colorful cloth that could only be for decoration. It was a human shirt, the arms just long enough to tie around his throat to make a scarf for him.]
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[Around his neck is a bundle made of cowhides stitched together and a scrap of colorful cloth that could only be for decoration. It was a human shirt, the arms just long enough to tie around his throat to make a scarf for him.]
What should I call you?