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S is for silence...

O is for "Oh shit!", that moment when you realise you forgot to do something or did something Fun.

Yoda now robs banks, he successfully robs all the banks in the world, thus the economical crisis.

I still wish for an intergalactic planatarium...

Your action to stop drowning will cause a tornado to appear!
Or even bigger monstrous birds!~
Your existence must be the reason for the sad sad things happening to the pixels

The guy drowning, his splashing motions made a butterfly effect!

most likely presurised magma.

the jester loves you, you love the jester, everyone kisses and makes up.

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I kind of need more information about the said environment... oh well...
So we just create things up?

"Well i guess i should take up some disguise!" Thought the jester to himself as he closed the refrigerator and licked the crumbs of meat off his fingers, which he still didn't know how he accomplished that...
The jester then slid along the walls, and out the door, he liked acting like a shadow, too bad about the harlequin like clothes he was wearing, too visible.
The jester was just about to exit from the same way he came in, a window about five meters high, only accessible by a series of leaps, jumps, and overall acrobatic feats, meaning he had to run up the pile of crates silently, jump and grab onto the pole which ran beside the window, and swing himself up to the window, which he then had to unlatch it again, which he did, and pushed open the window.

But the jester had another idea as he spied the crates.
He slid back down to the floor and approached the crates, making sure no guard was coming... Yet...
He opened the nearest one and fitted himself inside it, and close the lid, why not create a legend while hes at this place?
There he sat patiently waiting for one of the guards to stop, see the open window, which was only visible while standing in front of the crate the jester was in, that is when he would spring his trap.

The jester saw the light from the guard before he heard him, it seems like the crates were shoddily made, due to the holes and all, but that did not give away his presence.

"What the..." The guard exclaimed as he swung his torch round and felt the cold coming in from the open window.
Stepping almost one foot away from the crate, the guard was just about to pick up his radio and inform the others when the jester popped out and started screaming at the guard.
Now, someone popping up from a crate when you least expect it would be enough to frighten anyone, but someone who looks like a clown that had been buried in dirt for fifty years and only awoken now would scare the bejeezus out of ANYONE, especially with the screaming.
The guards eyes rolled back into his head, and slowly fell back onto the floor.
"Heh, why not..." the jester thought, eyeing the guards clothes.
Shouts and torch beams waving erratically  were heard and viewed by the jester as he did his acrobatics, thick guard clothes in hand.
He opened the window, swung himself through, then quietly shut it, scurrying across to the ledge beside the window.

The jester now found it safe enough, well for the time being, and put on the clothes he managed to pinch. (over his jesters outfit)
"Much warmer..." he whispered to himself, though he himself could barely hear it due to the icy wind muffled his voice.
"Atleast now i wont be as visible, and im much warmer!"
Propelling himself off of the side of the building, the jester grabbed the power pole and slid down to the snow covered floor.