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”Bother,” he muttered, ”What a horrible place! I can’t believe th—Why? How could they do this to me?!
He hated this place with a passion; it was so very difficult for one so small to traverse the place, not to mention dangerous. He was, of course, about to see just how dangerous it could be. Indeed, teachers of such dangers padded behind him; two Rexxel focused on their prey, who continued to complain to himself as he dodged assorted appendages.
They struck as he neared an alley; he didn’t even know what hit him. He flew through the air, his bloody head making contact with the offending ground before he was tossed again. This demented game of ping-pong continued, and he was beginning to grow dizzy.
I’m doomed.
Shall we stick with them having different names until the life-altering moment? And I figured Pup would be able to talk before then. ;D