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[dogbitesman]

Even with an election edition looming, there still wasn't the volume of work William was used to. He'd hammered out most of the articles he was writing personally, the layout was mostly done, he'd made a few replacement Ks*, and apart from yelling at his reporters, he could relax a little

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[dishabille_mal]

They occasionally did. Maladicta walked out, arms crossed, one eyebrow raised and stopped by William's set up.

"Sir, do you have a permit?"

[dogbitesman]

"Ma'am, do you have any kind of constitutional basis for your position as legal authority and a zoning bylaw referencing this that would require a permit?" William asked, moving a troll one square and knocking over a troll. He smiled up at her, cheerfully.*

*This being with actual, happy-to-see-you cheer, not the overly sharp kind that came when he was annoyed with someone.

[dishabille_mal]

"No," Maladicta said, "but I have a sword." She grinned a little.

[dogbitesman]

"I have a pen?" he ventured, moving a dwarf.