Uuuuuuuuugh. This god-forsaken place is getting more and more packed with noisy noisy neighbors, and none of them wears a zip-up sweater and sings a cheerful song when they come home, which makes them the other kind of neighbor. Rogers-san, come save me...
Gaaah, and I haven't found any pudding yet-- Oi. Someone out there. Someone with pudding,
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...You the cook here at the castle?
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However, I am afraid that I am not your sister.
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Well, thanks for helping out and all that. It must be tough cooking for the crazy bunch of characters we've got gathered here.
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