Language of the Maximum Mixels

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CRUNCH!

That was what echoed throughout the very center of Nightlight Moon. Swetzer and Kap, two Mixels of the Clothians tribe, were crunching on jean beans, a common snack of this secret land. Kap makes a funny face, having incorrectly swallowed a jean bean. It coughs out the jean bean, which lands in Swetzer's mouth as she swallows it.

He winces, "Yo-o-ouu go-o-ot jean beans in my jean beans!!," they say in a booming but also stuttery voice. She pauses, "And. It's!!!" Kap's bugged out eyes lighten up, "...exactly the same, what'd yo-o-ouu expect? I do-o-on't like duck drool though." Kap's eyes go back to being derpy, panting a bit, "Well I can't stay mad at ya." They noogie a squawking Kap, putting it on a leash.

Kap growls, taking the stance as Swetzer's seeing-eye Mixel. Swetzer has no eyes, which never really bothered her. But he needs help sometimes... and using cubits is... not always ideal. Kap helps Swetzer to Sneek's cave, the Mixel with MASSIVE DRIP (a pair of giant shoes that have never been seen coming off), who happens to be gnawing drywall. This is to create himself a sleeping nook.

"Hi new! Swetzer here!," Sneek says, spitting out a rock. Swetzer still has a lot of work to do teaching them the common Mixel language, which was found in a book that came from the land above. Swetzer begins to tutor Sneek.

Some time passes, Sneek getting hungry. He giggles, pulling out a rare snack known as a snor-cone. It's a rare snack, one that seldom comes down in one piece. Swetzer wants it too, tackling Sneek before they can eat it. Swetzer hisses in their native tongue, telling Sneek to back off. Sneek does a sliding kick to his stomach, the cone falling into his rightmost hand. Sneek uses their middle hand to hold out a lime and dark blue cubit to a dead Swetzer, "Mix?"

Swetzer is happy Sneek said a word they had been struggling with for the past week. She grabs the cubit and a png of a dripped out Sneek in a shirt covered in so many logos it's inconceivable to the mortal Mixel eye appears. This warps around and covers the Mixels, exploding into a mix dripped out beyond belief. The mix admires it's drip for about 5 seconds before chowing down on the snor-cone. The snor-cone makes the mix split and fall asleep. It was worth it, the mix thinks, giving a thumbs up.

The End

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