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Arrow looks at the octopus and stares at it.
"So how the fuck did you get here, huh?"
"Uh..." the octopus said. "What?"
"Is this Noah's doing?" She accused, giving it a skeptical look
"I don't know, man. I'm a stuffed octopus on a shelf. What do you want me to say."
"Well how the hell did you get here for one," she started, "for two, youre talking,
"I don't know!? I don't think about these kinds of things?"
"What the actual fuck" she ran a hand down her face before picking up her phone to give the resident prankster a call.
She called Noah, expecting him to answer, but to no avail.
"Are you calling that 'Noah' guy?"
"Yeah, I mean, I'm not sure who else would be responsible for this, or who else could figure out how to pull this off, to be fair, he probably wouldn't either