Madness string 82371

Random mermaid
I'm so grateful that I could watch him tumble backwards at the skating rink with a hotdog in his mouth.

We are walking on eggshells. Nobody knows the strengths of the others, and so we tread carefully, prying, prodding, considering every response, every answer, every silence, waiting for a slip. It is a game of patience played out in masks, as futile and intricate as the most convoluted of politicking.