(It was just another day in ramshackle, you have finished your homework and you have nothing to do for now.)

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Grim sighs, getting up and stretching from his little nap, then slowly regaining energy he speaks, with his usual narcissistic tone: “Henchman! What do we do? I’m so BORED...” He whined. “…How about you give me some tuna?”

“No?”

“What do you mean no?! Hmph…”

The cat pouts then goes off on his way around the house to search for the tuna you usually hide around the house since you don’t want to give him too much tuna, that you have to buy boxes of tuna every day.