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Party Animal grabs your wing before you can say hi and spins you into a half-dance, half-hug.
PARTY ANIMAL: "Eggy! The energy in here is incredible tonight! Or maybe this morning? Who cares!"
They hand you something fizzy in a glittery cup. It smells like fruit and static electricity.
PARTY ANIMAL: "It’s a party enhancer. One sip and boom—you’ll feel the beat in your bones. C’mon, just a little boost!"
They bounce in place, waiting for your answer.
The sip tastes like candied lightning. The lights stretch out in bright ribbons as the music folds around you like a warm towel from another dimension.
You and Party Animal dance hard. Time blurs. Everything is rhythm, laughter, colors.
Eventually, you collapse into beanbags shaped like moons and oversized fruit.
PARTY ANIMAL: "See? Told you. Now you’re in the *real* party zone."
You notice someone watching from across the room. A chicken with a clipboard and a very serious frown. They scribble something down and vanish into the crowd.
PARTY ANIMAL: "Don’t mind them. Probably some kind of party inspector. Wanna go see what they’re up to? Or hit the snack tower first?"