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There was something to be said for gnomes, and that something was that they were not beholden to the rules of men or potions masters, nor did they pay much attention to the attempts of said men or potions masters to impose limits upon them with various kinds of signage. Milo could respect that. Milo could relate to that.
He was not here to de-gnome, though he did not have much issue with it in spite of the aforementioned attitude towards the potato-headed pests. There was something else Angelo Milano was after - a secretion from those pestilential salivary glands, to be specific - and this would be the best opportunity to get it. In fact, this opportunity was the one that had given him the idea to go collecting.
"How do you nauseate a gnome." Milo said the words as he straightened from where he'd been crouched by a cluster of foliage, suddenly standing tall among the group. In his hands, he had secured a gnome; the thumb and fingers of one hand pinning its arms to either side of its torso and supporting its back, the other bracing its head and neck so that it was fairly stabilised. Its teeth snapped furiously and its legs continued to flail, but by holding the creature at arm's length, Milo was in no danger from either. "I want some saliva."
Angelo Milano knew a lot of things, and was in possession of a surprising depth of knowledge of certain subjects, but only ever in areas he found interesting. The constitution of the average garden gnome was not covered by any of those, but surely it was in someone else's wheelhouse.
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