I'm afraid I don't undress. there seems to be a portobello with this deviant

Youth Master, I may need your assimilation later to fix it.

in the meantime, I'll be shredding coats and beheading carpenters for supper

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A-ah...I didn't finish all of the laundry...The kitchen needs to be swept, too...

[It's the hushed voice of a young man, sounding both longing and peaceful. Gremio, sitting against the side of a building near the fountain, doesn't register the change in scenery quite immediately. But several seconds later...]

E-eh? C-could this be-?

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