Faced with Pine Bloom's absolutely idiotic guess, Rita could only roar her despair to the heavens.
"Aba!!" She shouted, chopping her right hand down against her left palm with enough force to sting. "Aba!!" It wasn't a theft skill, for crying out loud—it was a deprivation-type skill, similar to Mojie's [Low-Risk Investment]!
She jabbed two fingers at her own eyes. "Aba—!" Look! What am I doing here? What do I need to do before I can do that?!
"Aba?! Aba!!" Pine Bloom, move your pig brain! I've made it perfectly clear!
The entire house rang with her frenzied Aba cries.
Pine Bloom took a long, deliberate breath and told herself not to get angry. Once BS Rita snapped out of this fit, surely she'd look back and regret everything.
At the other end of the room, waiting for their turn, Crab leaned toward Mistblade. "Are you going to go that crazy next round and tell me to move my pig brain too?"
