"You question my athority, little rodent?" Nisha frowned,"Do you desire to be my stir fry?"
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"Whatever will?" Kristen mimiced his sigh,"I want to know what will."
Nashton frowned at Nisha. He then picked up his fork, that way, if she tried it, she'd be sorry. His hand went white around it's handle, because he was gripping it so tight. He stared at her, ready. He was getting tired of running.
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Orson sighed again, then said, "I could take up crocheting or knitting. That might do it."
