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To all newcomers, friend and foe: well met. May God's grace keep you in proper leash. And may the Furies bear kisses unto miscreants. You are not wanted here. You have no use here. You are worthless and vermin and susceptible to harm, on my part, and that of others. Game, and poor.
How pre ~ ♥ ~ tty.
Commander Vimes, blessed be your paranoia. We lacked in citrics the past eve, and no doubt your stiffness substituted the lime.
...is our new Warden... afraid, per chance? One wonders why.
As a matter of course, introductions are duly due: behold - Katan Senior and... Katan Minor. As for telling them apart? Whistle. If it's thrice attended and carried in silk garb and fineries, bow sweetly and pet its hair; you address the senior, and child feline and perhaps divine. If it comes on all fours and chewing on paper, well then. Kick it.
Two words, however individual: the ice thug and the faux police detail. Business, gentlemen. Some haste expected.
And you - come, come, little dog. Don't bite the hand that feeds you ~ ♥
Jo~shua... you had best be in proper spirits.