<span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">"The Comedian"<br/>
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Toby still didn't know the name of the woman (<a class="username" data-user-id="2453" data-username="@Zulma" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/2453/">@Zulma</a>) standing on his shoulders, but she was doing something up there that he could feel was causing her to wobble dangerously above him.  The only thing that he had time to do, or could do, was to nod at (<a class="username" data-user-id="5865" data-username="@Josey" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/5865/">@Josey</a>) in the direction that he believed the woman would fall and say, "Josey!"<br/>
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Split seconds of time, like it does sometimes, seemed to take forever to happen as something possibly fatal was happening.  Something Toby never thought about happening when he got the idea that maybe having someone standing on his shoulders was a good notion.  And there was nothing else he could do but wait for time to become normal again.</span></span></span>