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... I'm going home.

[Well, it's not going to be the most aesthetically-pleasing snow fort ever, that much is for certain. But it will at least do its job, partially because the walls are more giant mounds of snow than actual walls.]

[Doo-dee-doo~ making a snow fort for you~ gonna build up the walls and not forget a door~ Doo-bi-doo-bi-doo~]

[... these things need doors? Whoops.]

[How else are we gonna get into our fort, Emil?]

[We can make a hole?]

[Okay! Making a hole the--- oops. Wall down.]

[Sorry Ted. But at least this way we can rebuild it with a door?]

[On it! Now let's see... how do we make a door on this thing?]

[Well, they could always just... leave the hole as a door?]

[Somehow their psychic link has been broken by Ted's inability to pretend he's psychic forever.] I guess we could leave this open.

Yeah, that would work. I don't think we could put a real door in this wall anyway.

All right, then we'll stick to that plan. What else should we add?

Don't forts need a flag on the top or something?

A flag, huh...? [He digs something out of his pocket, pulling out a small green and purple cloth ~~that looked eerily like a tinier version of Tir's bandanna~~. He then grabbed a small stick and tied it there, stabbing the top of the fort for a tiny flag.]