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[majorfailure]

[in the countryside, there is a young man with silver hair picking himself up off the ground.]

You--! Er, whoever you are. You will not get away with treating this Pierre de Chaltier like this! And… Where am I?!

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[for_my_soles]

[...kidnapped]

Si, Señor.

[majorfailure]

Ehhh, but you're so small…

[for_my_soles]

But I'm a cat of action!

[majorfailure]

Tell me, cat. What have you done with the young master?

[for_my_soles]

I don't have a master.

[majorfailure]

Not yours! Mine! My young master. What have you done with him?

[for_my_soles]

Eh, beats me.

[majorfailure]

Talk, cat, or this Pierre de Chaltier shall make you talk!

[for_my_soles]

I'm already talking.

[majorfailure]

Talk about useful things!

[for_my_soles]

Well, I can tell you were to get your hands on a nice catnip stash, if you're into that.

[majorfailure]

Catnip? Why would I be into that?

[for_my_soles]

I won't judge your habit, man.

[majorfailure]

It's not my habit! I don't even-- T-this Pierre de Chaltier does not consume that sort of thing!

[for_my_soles]

Of course you don't, friend.

[majorfailure]

Why are you kidnapping people, anyway?!

[for_my_soles]

It's a living.

[majorfailure]

That's despicable!