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How do you get muzzle stuck out of pickle jar

priferably quickly

One way to shatter glass is heating it up, and then dipping it into cold water.

Otherwise, soapy water.

doues this work if itis onions nstead of sprouts

I didn't know you could pickle sprouts...

Sprots is like mini cbabages

Does anyone have soapy water plz ???

Weft: Soapy water's no good. To tell you the truth, what you really need is a big hammer and someone with a steady hand. It's honestly the only way to get it loose.

Oh, and if you don't do it quickly the bloodflow will be permanently damaged and you'll lose your sense of smell and might even die.

Luckily I have a ceramics hammer right here. Heeere, doggy, doggy, doggy.

*Nico sits down to watch the show*

Basaltine: I think I like Anke's solution better. *slinks around to hide behind Nico*

*Nico directs a bright, innocent grin at Weft.*

Weft: You're only prolonging your agony, Basaltine. *Weft's grin is far from innocent. We'd say more along the lines of "dark glee".*

Basaltine: I can live with a jar on my jaw! Really! Is fine! *paws nervously at Nico's leg*

Nico: You know, if you want to smash something, you're welcome to come over to Anke's place, there's some old furniture that needs breaking down.

Suitov: [pause] Do they want it completely incinerated?

Nico: That'd be a plus; they wouldn't have to request someone to collect the pieces.

Suitov: Then I might be able to help.

Nico: But Weft seems to need to let off some steam.

Suitov: Oh, why then, age before beauty. [gestures Weft forwards]

Weft: I'm not leaving here until I've helped your charming demon.

Basaltine: Nico will protect me!

Weft: No she won't. She'll get distracted and then your throat's mine.

Basaltine: [whimpers]

Suitov: [looks amused]

Nico: Yes, probably.

*looks at Weft curiously, waiting to see if he'll try to distract her*

Basaltine: Don't let him eat meeeee!

Weft: I don't want to eat you! My grace, eugh. I only want to stab, I mean help you.

Suitov: [peaceably levitates some water, paying no attention to them]

Weft: ...To die.

Nico: I don't think he needs your help. I mean, a mind that gets its head caught in a pickle jar, it's just a matter of time until he gets himself killed by sheer stupidity.

Weft: Exactly! I don't want to be caught napping and miss seeing the pair of them die in horrible agony.

Suitov: [looks touched, just to hiss Weft off]