[Allen stands... well, half-hunches, near his latest creation. It's kind of a far cry from his earlier works, which were at least approaching spherical, in shape. This one, it's. Well, it's made of snow, at least. He tried!! His human arm hurts. His human the rest of him hurts.
But he will not surrender. He will NEVER surrender. Why hasn't he defeated her yet.
Behind him, the head of a snow— it's unclear what it is, maybe a giraffe? a mutated snow giraffe? — rolls of its neck. The neck follows it down. He ignores it.]
Only the men! [ huff huff ]
And you... you have to pick it yourself. From the roof.
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But he will not surrender. He will NEVER surrender. Why hasn't he defeated her yet.
Behind him, the head of a snow— it's unclear what it is, maybe a giraffe? a mutated snow giraffe? — rolls of its neck. The neck follows it down. He ignores it.]
Only the men! [ huff huff ]
And you... you have to pick it yourself. From the roof.