jazz's lab
You knock on the lab's door labelled "jazz" and wait for a response. None comes but the door popped open with the knock. Shrugging, you enter and are greeted with a couple Ebena Kuranto juveniles milling about with more of their kind watching enviously as they stand in an enclosure obviously set up for all of them. Hurriedly, you shut the lab door and rush about making sure everybody is herded back into their proper place. More Ebena Kuranto capsules line the tables under lights waiting for them to emerge and join their friends. Finally, a frazzled jazz enters and thanks you for the help!
Information
- jazz has 1328 creatures
- Joined on February 28th, 2024
Achievements
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They Cheat On Wives, Never Pay The Price | |
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I'm A Low-Class Guy, That Sounds Pretty Nice | |
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I'm Sorry In Advance | |
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I'm Only Gonna Treat You Bad | |
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I'm Probably Gonna Let You Down | |
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I'm Probably Gonna Sleep Around | |
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So Sorry In Advance | |
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Before You Take Off Your Pants | |
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She Was A Playboy, Brigitte Bardot | |
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She Showed Me Things I Didn't Know | |
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Climbing Up This Mountain, Climbing Up Twice | |
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Hoping That I Make It This Time | |
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But I'm So Done With Hoping | |
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'Cause Hoping Is To Failing Is To | |
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You Are One Of Them | |
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Everything But Femme | |
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I Won't Be Fooled Again | |
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You've Got The Same Kind Of Specs As Men | |
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I Believe In Simone De Beauvoir | |
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I Believe That Life's A Film Noir | |
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Oh, You Treat Me Like A Stray Dog | |
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Trying To Find Its Way Home | |
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And Oh You Feed Me Like An Animal Too Wounded | |
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To Eat On Its Own | |
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You Touch My Body Like Its Dressed In Disease | |
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And You're The Only Savior I Need | |
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Im Embarrassed By Myself From Three Years Ago | |
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Which Makes Me Wonder If Three Years From Now | |
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And Tell The Ones You Love You Love Them | |
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And Teach Only What You Know, And, Oh | |
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You Better Know It Well | |
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We Drove From Coast To Coast | |
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Down In New Orleans | |
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Where The Levees Broke, 'Cause | |
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We Kissed In The Morning On A Summer Day | |
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You Taste Like Cigarettes And Hurricanes | |
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I Can't Hear You | |
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You're Too Far Away | |
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I Can't See You | |
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The Light Is In My Face | |
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I Can't Touch You | |
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I Wouldn't If I Could | |
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'Cause I Carried On Like The Wayward Son | |
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And Now Through And Through, I've Come Undone | |
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And Now I Am Just But The Wayward Man | |
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What With My Bloodshot Eyes And My Shaky Hand | |
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Pushing Past The Limit | |
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Trippin' On Hallucinogenics | |
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My Cigarette Burnt My Finger | |
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Cause I Forgot I Lit It |