Clawhauser is already searching the shelves as you enter. The door makes a soft click as you lock it. "Find anything, Benny?"
"No, not yet." He frowns softly. "What snacks did you say we got again?"
"Oh, just one." You walk over to him and grin. "And it's cheetah flavored~"
"...What?" He doesn't seem to understand. Even better.
"You're the snack, Benny." As if to further your point, your stomach growls loudly. Clawhauser looks down at you, his expression changing into one of...
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