(still don't know why he calls me mick) Blake thought as he was being dragged along by a-<br/><br/>(wait a minute... Squrrel Attack?) he blinked as the thought ran through his head faster than an enraged cavalry charge at noon.<br/>he said a bit tiredly to the person dragging him "Korsarro... could you please explain what you meant by "Squrrel Attack"?'