[Everyone's gotta have a Hyperfixate, man. As long as it makes the brain chemicals do the Happy thing, it's a worthwhile cause and effect. At least rubber ducks are easy enough to make yourself?

Yeah Abby's keeping all six arms folded now-- slack, not quite flaunting, like it didn't bother him too much to have a limb so casually hijacked. Okay, actually-- the bottom pair unfold and prop a pair of hands on his hips. He's not quite annoyed. Mildly ticked might be more accurate. It doesn't show on his expression, though. ]

Maybe. There are worse endeavors one could take with Mind Control Magic, obviously. Maybe I shouldn't be giving our Hypothetical Jailers ideas...

[ ... Yeah he's going to take a small break from the food. He needs a healthy, cautious, five minute interval to make sure he knows where all of his arms are. Letting them phase in and out seems... a bit risky, if they are individually possessed to wander. Will he caution anyone else though? Nah. Maybe it wasn't even the food? Maybe it was but it's a Behemoth-specific thing?

Watching others nibble is a good way to more workable answers, though. ]

Do you think your Big Guy put you here, on purpose? Or do you know anyone else who could have? I know you said you believe the 'Clerical Error' thing... just seems too convenient to me