That's good. Not that I don't enjoy talking to you, I just need to clear my --
[As Archie reaches up to scratch, he freezes at the feel of something Not Right. All the color drains from his face, yet somehow he's managing to keep himself from having an all-out panic attack in the middle of the sidewalk.]
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[As Archie reaches up to scratch, he freezes at the feel of something Not Right. All the color drains from his face, yet somehow he's managing to keep himself from having an all-out panic attack in the middle of the sidewalk.]
...There's something on my back.