[a journal is recording faint rustling. it sounds like someone's making their way through the woods and not being particularly mindful of the local shrubbery.]
Maggots. [well, if this one doesn't sound like one happy customer.
there's some more rustling, now closer, until it suddenly stops. a low, irate growl can be heard.]
...How typical. I have more
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[he's now noticed where the voice came from and picks the journal up.] ...So that's how it is? How thoughtful.
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I have a bone of my own to pick with them.
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Oh? Then I am very sorry to let you know that there won't be anything left for you fool to pick a bone with once I am done with those maggots.
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I'm quite sure. You seem like someone who is capable of taking on the entire realm, now don't you~? [Recognizable sarcasm in his voice.]
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...A realm. Right. [have that sarcasm right back.]
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