Happy Life
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- Greetings, Robber! It's rather dull in your backwater, isn't it? At my place, every day is a rollercoaster of festivities. And what about you? "Blah-blah-blah," you sit around, "blah-blah," you take a bath, you have a beetle snack, you spit at the ceiling. "Or maybe something... something... hmm...?" - she mimicked her lackey. - No wonder you're all going crazy here, wasting your time with such nonsense. You traded freedom for some vague, intangible, and incomprehensible boundaries invented by someone and for some reason. A bull needs a whip, as they say, right? Ugh, - she complained and waved her hand; anyway, he probably won't understand anything. - My code word is... MAGICAL FRUUUUUITS!.. - she hissed, using not one, but two words in a menacing voice and with a menacing expression.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
