[THANK GOODNESS IT WORKED. Russel stops playing--and Firebird fades back into thin air, looking exasperated--and shoves the keyboard aside to run to Jacuzzi's aid]
[...that is...really gross... but he hovers hesitantly for only a moment before putting a hand on his shoulder to steady him and guide him away from the wall]
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[...that is...really gross... but he hovers hesitantly for only a moment before putting a hand on his shoulder to steady him and guide him away from the wall]
See? I told you it would help! Are you okay?