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[Since arriving, Maui has had plenty of dreams about having his hook back. Whether or not that's what this was -- had he fallen asleep? Or had he finally finished running up those stairs? -- he didn't know. Either way, old habits died hard, and the demi-god found himself reaching for his back before realizing that there was no familiar, comforting weight slung around his back.

Fine then. Maui could still take things on with his fists, right? He stepped forward, approaching the collection of bottles warily.]

Uh, hello? If this is a prank, it's not funny.

[And yet, Maui made notes for a later date. It'd be hilarious if he did it.]