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Furball looked around the room he had been placed in, a shit-eating grin on his furry face. He could almost smell the treasure. He strolled past the star on the floor and peered in every nook and cranny. Nope, not in here.
A small smile crossed his face for a moment as he noticed a cistern in the corner. Looking in the water looked decent, but he wasn't thirsty. Maybe someone else would come along later though and want a drink. Thinking back to his childhood days, he remembered the time he spit in his brother's glass and the idiot drank it. Those were special times. Furball placed his taloned fingers on the edge of the cistern and started hawking up a good one ...
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