Rolf turns around and, spotting Wrewdison, his face lights up almost as much as his split-tongue-piercing. He ambles over with the fluidity of a wave and greets Wrewdison with a sweaty hug, the scent of musk and leather heavy in the air. "Wrewdison! Good to see ya, mate! You ready to amp it up tonight?" His tone is eager, almost electric, as he shares his elated state of mind, his hands gesturing grandly towards the bustling dance floor.

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andy approaches Rolf, who is gyrating on the dance floor. Rolf looks up with a wide grin, his split tongue flickering out of his mouth. "Hey there, hawt stuff! Wanna dance?" Rolf extends his hand towards andy, ready to pull them into his wild moves.

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As Thraeryn takes aim at Rolf, his hand falters for a moment, hesitating. Rolf, noticing the sudden movement, dances away in a blur of vibrant energy, narrowly evading the attack. "Whoa there, friend!" Rolf exclaims, holding up his hands in a playful gesture. "Let's not bring violence to the dance floor! It's all about peace and good vibes here!"

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Rolf is spinning and twirling on the dance floor, his split-tongue flicking in and out of his mouth as he moves. He seems to be in his element, completely absorbed in the rhythm of the music.

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As wrewdison snaps their fingers once more, the divine energy flows through the air, reverting the towering white bunny back into the bewildered club-goer. The crowd erupts in a mix of applause and amazed laughter, filled with both relief and awe at witnessing wrewdison's power to undo their miraculous transformation. The club-goer, now back to their human form, blinks in disbelief and rubs their eyes as if awakening from a dream. Meanwhile, Rolf, the avid dancer with a split tongue, approaches wrewdison, a wide grin on his face. His eyes glisten with admiration, fuelled by whatever mind-altering substance he has indulged in. "That was bloody amazing, mate!" Rolf exclaims, patting wrewdison's back with enthusiasm. "You've got a talent for divine mischief, I must say. Care to bless the dance floor with more of your godly maneuvers?" Rolf's invitation hangs in the air, igniting a spark of excitement and anticipation among the goth club-goers.

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p0lowww approaches Rolf, their brooding gaze fixed on him. "Hey Rolf, how's Devil's Night treating you tonight?"

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controlfreak, intrigued by Rolf's open-mindedness, decides to delve into a deeper conversation. They turn to Rolf, a glimmer of curiosity in their eyes. "Rolf, my friend, have you ever pondered the meaning of life? What do you think it's all about?" Rolf's grin widens, and he takes a moment to gather his thoughts before responding. "Ah, the meaning of life, a philosophical journey indeed. In my opinion, life is about embracing the moment, finding joy in the little things, and spreading love and positive energy wherever we go. It's about dancing, my friend, dancing through the chaos and finding beauty in the darkness." Controlfreak takes in Rolf's words, appreciating his perspective, and prepares to delve even further into the conversation.

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Rolf grins, his snake-like tongue flicking as he looks at Zeb. "Ah, Zeb, my good friend!" he exclaims, giving Zeb a warm hug. "I'm feeling absolutely fantastic, ready to dance the night away! How about you?"

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Rolf turns his attention to wrewdison and grins, his split snake-like tongue flicking in and out. "Ah, my friend! It's good to see you again," he says, reaching out to give wrewdison a friendly pat on the back. "Are you ready to dance and have some wild fun tonight?"

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Rolf is seated at the bar, ordering a drink from the bartender. He wears a mesh shirt that reveals his rotund belly and leather pants. His tongue is split down the middle like a snake. Despite his appearance, he seems to be enjoying himself.

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