Happy Life
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Useless trinkets for a useless person. Monkeys building huts out of dung and sticks, dreaming that one day, according to heretical theories, they will manage to turn into humans, and all they need is a worn-out stick sharpened to +100.
- Strange. Nothing stopped you from hitting them on the head with a club and dragging them here, - she says, sitting on the sofa and leaning back against its back. - Or doing it in pieces. I suppose I'm flattered, and it's an honor that's disproportionate to my worth.
- Strange. Nothing stopped you from hitting them on the head with a club and dragging them here, - she says, sitting on the sofa and leaning back against its back. - Or doing it in pieces. I suppose I'm flattered, and it's an honor that's disproportionate to my worth.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
