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         Bolt was standing on the board with a smile on his face. His actions had received mixed reactions. May had anticipated his actions, and blocked the oil. Karah, wasn't as fortunate, and sent threats his way, instead of flipping him off. May had given him threats as well. "Don't make me keelhaul ye' now. It'll be a little odd, given our ship's unusual shape, but it'll still be a bucketful of fun." Bolt just laughed. "How do you think we're gonna stop?" It was true that Bolt hadn't thought of a way to stop, but it was either hit something, or jump in front of it.

The others didn't appreciate the grease so much, and wasn't sure how his next statement would go. "Yea, I can be your friend." Bolt thought back on his relations with other toys. He seemed to know most of the toys but he has been there a while. His "uniqueness" draws the curiosity of others..

Bolt noticed his mind was trailing off, and didn't want to be spacing out. He thought quickly, and panicked, wanting to do something to make it seem that he was aware. An idea emerged, and he rolled with it, not questioning it all. He didn't see anything wrong with licking May.