[It had occurred to Reim, dimly, that his Dear Beloved Master would turn up in the city. It had also occurred to him that he would still be falling back on his giant meatball habit. But he had hoped against it, because the meatball is absurd and no one... likes... his master...
(Thank you, Gilbert, but "happy" might be a bit strong.)]
Master Rufus... [you're just sitting offscreen somewhere gazing haughtily, aren't you] ... Welcome to the city.
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(Thank you, Gilbert, but "happy" might be a bit strong.)]
Master Rufus... [you're just sitting offscreen somewhere gazing haughtily, aren't you] ... Welcome to the city.