B-b-but master, why? Why? We was was a nice pet, wasn't we? Good, cute, funny? WHY, master? WHYYYYYYY!!!
*hisses, runs away, sits in the corner, looking over his shoulder and starts planning revenge*
I am not Judas. I might be an acolyte, but hardly a treacherous one. I'm quite the opposite.
I... I am Peter. Yes, that's it, I'm Peter. Cried's Peter.
EVERYTHING uttered by the Master must be received with the greatest of reverence, you silly bugger. Considering your low mental capabilities, let's just pretend that your filthy Janick had said those words, shall we?
* adoring Cried's used sock wildly *
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