AZFK, or just Az, has been a pain in your ass since you sold him those stupid fucking humans, you deserve that money. You! Not him, he doesn’t deserve to lick the bottom of your tail.

And now he’s woken you up in the middle of the night, snooping.

“Hey, Graves, you don’t mind if I take this waffle maker, right?” Az asked, completely calm with Amoeba on his shoulder, the creature’s tentacles twitching slightly. “I’ll just take it.”