Mot was trying so hard. So hard. But no. No respect at all. None. Mot tried not to whine or get cross as he stooped down to grab the ghoul by the cuff of her pelt, pulling her up. Or tried to. He had little strength to lift the ghoul. He at least could stop her from doing anything for a moment.
"Excuse me, little miss!" He huffed. "Did you not hear me? Don't damage the roof! Or I will report you to..."
. . .
"The commander." He meant Sal.
THIS IS HALLOWEEN
WHERE IT IS ALWAYS HALLOWEEN (and sometimes exams)
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