Sparx: Plotting

Remind me next time I go out to acquire a large angry skunk and put it in Sola's room. Or perhaps a nice wasp's nest or a few vipers.

Even a pointy stick wouldn't go amiss.

My fury was almost tangible as I stood beside the sofa, hissing angrily and prodding my eye cautiously. As if I really needed any more bruises.

I was going to make Sola pay for this. No-one messes with me and gets away with it. I haven't been alive for five thousand years to let people use me for a punchbag. If Sola wants a scrap, she'll get one.

She'd best watch her back.

Cause I'm gonna stick a knife in it.

The End

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