<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">(oh crap, completely forgot about slips)<br/>
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Slips had been running back and forth from the griffon's nest, setting food down and being rejected from mating with the alpha female of the tribe. With another rejection under his belt he explores the hallways, making sure to speed by where he can't find a quick area to hide in. With a taste to the air he smells something familiar yet different, heading torwards what sounds like banging before jumping into the air vents, opening one of the blinds up and peeking inside. <i>What's going on here?</i> he thinks to himself, unable to be affected by the aphrodisiac since they all are either injected, ingested, or inhaled.</span>