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Ugh! Yech! [cough cough snort spit]
Lovely. Squid innerds. I'm telling you, Jimmy Dean does not use casings made from that stuff. Those wonderful sausages I snarf off the floor - this ain't that by a mile. And smell? I've shoved my nose into nicer poop, thank you very much. Much nicer. But, oh god, the slime! I think I'm going to upchuck. I bet I never get this stuff off my fur. Worse than the slobber from that rottweiler down the street. Or even that devilish little toddler that lives there. Yuck!
Look, just don't go near the Old One. Take Adrian to the stinkin' zoo next time, okay? Or buy him a bone to chew on.
Bath. I need a bath. Zelda! Oh, Zelda! Mind if I join you?
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