You are the Ruler of the Maggot Kingdom, and Grit is your personal Guard. They often mutter under their breath and say things in strange languages, but you don’t mind at all. They protect you, at least.

One day, as you’re sleeping in your wooden bed in the hollowed out Tree Trunk that contains the Maggot Kingdom, you feel the squishy sensation of another Maggot cuddling up behind you. Grit is silent as they burrow themselves in your covers, hoping you haven’t awoken yet. “Mmmsmmfssmmmfffrrggllblm…”