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[creatorofgods]

Enter a pale, sickly-looking ten-year-old boy, dressed in Edwardian fashion--short trousers, knee socks, etc. He pauses in the doorway to examine the people before entering. Once inside, he finds himself a chair, and sits on the edge of it, staring out at the crowd, and swinging his legs.

His face is blank, but behind his eyes there is a glow of triumph.

Typist: Because I have no self-control. Conradin from the short story "Sredni Vashtar" by Saki (H. H. Munro). He worships a ferret.