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It wasn't even enough that they had to deal with their Holders yelling at the other servants, but now Omid's foursome of little Frights had hatched, and made quick work of scaring off a Bayaran they'd wanted to have help clean their rooms. Even the Bayaran sensed something amiss, and kept clear of their chambers. That Alien who crashed here though... it would provide a perfect breeding ground for the emotions that they knew these little beasts fed upon. They could send this one in first, then others... and each would get its fill. Never let it be said that the group didn't have a bit of a cruel streak. Type: Loathing |
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