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Bone Armor

Wilson P. Higgsbury

No bones about it.

Yessss bone armor!!

Nope. Nope nope nope.

I'm supposed to put that on?

What devilish armor!

Like all things, it craves the fuel.

Rattle rattle.

I shall wrap myself in death's sweet embrace.

Ms. Wickerbottom

Now it's an exoskeleton. Ho ho!

Can't hit me in this thing!

A bit creepy, isn't it?

Is scary strong bones.

Sticks to yer ribs.

Magic bones

This fashion's all the rage... it's an external rib cage!

Glorp! Look scary!

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