I can hear them calling my name, their voices in my head, tormenting me, torturing me, beckoning me, tempting me…
'Suw,' they say. 'Buy us,' they say. 'Stock up on us. Because you won't find us when you move to the Arseendofnowhere…'
What can I do but obey?
When something as essential as that calls you have to obey.
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I live but to serve Master Truffles.
Now why does that sound like I'm a slave to a cat?
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