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"Now, behave yourself," Epimetheus is saying to the gray squirrel perched on his shoulder as he enters the bar. "I know you've had your fur ruffled, but you need to abide by the local rules as long as we're here, understood?"
The squirrel chitters. (It looks even more nervous than squirrels usually do.)
"No violence, no sex, and no outside business, since you ask."
The squirrel squeaks and runs up his collar to perch on top of his head. Epimetheus snorts and heads for the bar to order a whiskey for himself and a bowl of sunflower seeds for his passenger.
"I know you're not a fan of fireworks, but there's no need for that kind of language."
The squirrel chitters. (It looks even more nervous than squirrels usually do.)
"No violence, no sex, and no outside business, since you ask."
The squirrel squeaks and runs up his collar to perch on top of his head. Epimetheus snorts and heads for the bar to order a whiskey for himself and a bowl of sunflower seeds for his passenger.
"I know you're not a fan of fireworks, but there's no need for that kind of language."