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"I think we will become very good friends. Very good indeed,"

"EEEEEHEEEHEHEHE" The high pitched whine Looney let out accompanied his apparent joy as he grabbed Lucy in a bear hug and started bouncing up and down with her. She wanted be friends! That made everything better, so much better for Looney. "Were going to have so much fun. We'll tell stories and have sleep overs and beat up mean people and make waffles," Looney continued to rapidly roll off all the things he and Lucy would apparently be free to do together now that they were 'friends' for several minutes without a pause for breath. "And then when we run up and down the stairs... say," He stopped for some reason, letting go of Lucy. He leaned forward, inspecting her face with a scrutinizing expression while cupping his chin in his hand. The serious contemplating expression he had was put off slightly by way the sleeves of his straight jacket covered both his arms and hands, once again making him look more childish when he was trying to be serious.

"Wasn't your eye brown earlier?" He asked. Looney wasn't put off by the mismatched eye color, there were plenty of other things to put him in an out of it state, granted most of them he just chalked up as part of his own raving insanity. What caught his attention though was the way Lucy's eye change from brown to red. That was the more interesting subject. His continued scrutiny yielded nothing to answer why her eye changed, so he simply gave up, leaning back and shrugging his shoulders.

"Oh well, I think it looks prettier this way." He said happily. Sincerity seeming to wash off his cheerful expression.

Then Looney saw Hal and Emile opened the weapons room. This prompted Looney to say the phrase that everyone would likely later remember as when the nightmare started.

"Oooh, Sharp pointy objects!"

Looney then sprinted inside the armory.