
The white Coneman received a green gift this Decent celebration, whatever did he get?

It's a little difficult to find somewhere secluded in the middle of nowhere, but he's managed to find a level of dubious privacy.

White Coneman: “I hope it's what I think, it sounded like it, why is the wrapping so tight?”

White Coneman: “How did they even fit it in here? The Claws is sure mysterious” It would be nice if he moved out of the way and made the present less of a mystery.