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Given how often Tzah-Tzie gets you into fights, you decide to check out the ‘<span class="mu-i">Tiny Tussles</span>’ area! With a polite bow, the Moleg leads you across the casino floor, the patrons and staff parting before you like curtains all the while!
You’re not sure what you expected–surrounded by the sound of tokens hitting tables, you come to a halt at the far end of the casino to find…
Well, <span class="mu-i">more</span> tables, from the sound of it! As you breathe in the ambience of gamblers cheering at the sound of clashing metal and roaring beasts, you can’t help but sigh when you realize the reality of the situation…
“Everything alright, sir?” Inquires the Moleg in an ever-so-polite tone.
Yea, you shrug, you <span class="mu-i">guess</span>... you were just imagining people were gonna be, like, shrunk down and forced into gladiatorial combat is all…
The Moleg stares at you like a father whose daughter just told him she wants to grow up to be a frilled-neck lizard. “No… no, why… why would we do that? That’d be a terrible business model.”
You know it sounds dumb, you sigh, but… but it was just your opinion, you guess…
As you wallow in your idea being shot down with extreme prejudice, you feel something <span class="mu-s">TACKLE</span> your hip as a pack of stern-eyed Skog and Moleg pit bosses stride over!
“Hey, we’re not done wit-”
“Oh thank <span class="mu-i">HEAVENS</span> you’re here, my love~” Purrs the bite-sized barnacle currently attached to your leg, “They’re acting so <span class="mu-i">fierce</span> over a simple misunderstanding, nyaa….”
Goddamn it. God<span class="mu-i">DAMN</span> it, you <span class="mu-i">KNEW</span> this would happen!
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