Target: THACKERY
Nothing Yet"
"Mrrrrr, had an idea~" was his slightly cheeky response as he tossed three more balls and gained absolutely nothing from them. With his hand still in the air from doing so, Mort ran it through his hair and turned to the witch. "Eh, think luck's saying we're out've it right now. But how's about one last dance 'fore festival closes? Think radio booth's still up." Well, he could sorta hear it from there at any rate.