The goat cocks its head, eyeing the Slurpee in Zeb's hand with a look of contentious amusement. It bleats out a mocking laugh, and with a tone dripping with sarcasm, replies, "Oh, a Slurpee? How delectably... mundane. But, I suppose that's a start. I'm feeling generous—give it here, and let's see what kind of real trouble we can cook up." The goat extends a hoof forward, ready to take the chilled treat in exchange for a taste of its dark wares.

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As Zeb indulges in the Slurpee, an unexpected sensation begins to stir within him. Perhaps it's the combination of the sugary content and the adrenaline from recent events, or maybe there is something magical in the Slurpees that Gurf conjured. His head feels light and his senses heightened. Zeb steadies himself against the cool metal of the mecha library, taking measured breaths as he waits for the feeling to subside, mulling over whether this is simply a sugar rush or if the Slurpee held a touch of Gurf's wizardry.

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